Category: roadmaps to home

headbutt

i need you to know… my love is there. i push, because- i want you to grow, into your best you. my strength – your strength – same eyes, same legs, same heart – butt heads; push and pull, and i know… it’s hard to carry your load, and it’s hard to carry my load, and i need you to know… my love is … Read More headbutt

interior monologue

Art in various forms.  Warm rosemary bread and coffee; Vanilla Nut.  Drumsticks and earphones.  Dirty socks on the floor.  Stuffed Animals.  Beach artifacts.  Fresh herbs and scented candles of the real-wick type.  A swinging chair in which to sit and ponder life.  Palm trees and brightly colored, freshly planted flowers.  Painted Terra Cotta pots of twelve-year-old girls. A B-B-Q pit; our first major purchase … Read More interior monologue

scars and all

Various shades of purple adorn my arms; legs; hands.  Various stages of physical healing represent stages of healing in my mind.  Some of my wounds are so raw they ache; others are mere reminders of obstacles I have overcome. Sometimes I scratch so hard it soothes me into temporary comfort. Sometimes I don’t know whether the soothing is physical or mental. Sometimes I apologize … Read More scars and all

phoenix

from the ashes of her deconstructed being, she learns to take hesitant breaths. from the fears that left her knowing nothing of herself, she sees glimmers of enlightenment and love for her soul, and lightness in her dark. sate amid her famine tears with a purpose, she knows, but is still to weary to define. from the ashes of her deconstructed being, she learns … Read More phoenix

muse

Rays of sunshine through fronds of palm. I cannot give due diligence to the prattling thoughts – the ones that aren’t even truly known to me until they make their way onto the pages I write to find me. You taught me the gift of the written word back when we were all sleeping on waterbeds and rollerskating under disco balls and we didn’t know that … Read More muse

letter to my children

I just saw my life flash before me.  It is through the imagining of my last days that I try and decipher what I most want to share with you.  You can’t leave it all behind with no warning; you can’t even begin to try.  I find myself wanting to impart life lessons as equally as I want to simply savor these last moments … Read More letter to my children

waiting to exhale

You get what you have been waiting for and suddenly you’re in some foreign land you didn’t know you had plans to visit.  You’ve been holding your breath so long that you don’t remember how to breathe.  Do you hold your breath and then scream, or do you exhale as you’re trembling and try to take another breath without screaming because screaming is actually … Read More waiting to exhale

seven heaven

  Take my arms and Take my heart and I’m so lost in you I don’t mean to Love this way but It’s the little Things you do The beauty in your smile The persistence in your try The sparkles in your hair And the glory that you Carry with you If I could I’d make a song of you And press replay So … Read More seven heaven

click and send

My biggest regret is that I did not apologize the moment I knew my words hurt you.  That I did not immediately recant…and tell you that none of what I retaliated with mattered, because I cared not about being right…I cared about you. But I let that be the end. Click and send. We had nowhere to go from there except better.  Back to … Read More click and send

my world in words

Today I feel pressured because I am short on time and long on tired.  Brain-drained from my day I try desperately to float into my creative space and will something to happen.  Well not just something, but something worthy of my time.  And yours. Reflective.  Chasing shadows – of memories – of evenings – when there existed an hour, or maybe two, during which … Read More my world in words

paper bridges

I don’t know whether you know this- But you did not have to strip our dignity from us. I don’t know whether you know this- But you are capable of so much more. I don’t know whether you know this- But we gave you our hearts, souls, and families… Time which cannot be returned. I don’t know whether you know this- But we truly … Read More paper bridges

the house of emil white

Big Sur trees and seemingly angry ocean waves.  Kerouac in a cabin trying desperately to save his life. The air exudes literature and the struggle that is writing – (and living) – at least for me it does. My mind is full of wonderings about those who wrote me here with their words and made it feel like home.  I cannot help but spill … Read More the house of emil white