A warm rain afireGood Guy
Ode to the bastard, or the cunning, if you will
Blame the constructively or actually absent father, the sons-of-empathyless-bitches must
And blame you too
You were late with their meal, or delivered it differently than what they’d had in mind but hadn’t shared aloud
Or had shared aloud, then in silent switched
Oh, heart-breaker, home-wrecker, save…SAVE your own life
Sell this soul as your own
Permission to abandon ship, grant thyself
Empty arms now jocular and free
Original Thought Credit: “You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should’ve behaved better.” -Anne Lamott
Freediver
Do I want your drink of water
Quenching my hard-earned oddities
Drowning the flame and heat of me
Dampening the hue of my hair
And this heart
Do I want your white-washing
Pretending away this good graffiti
Covering evidence of my depth
Ameliorating (ha!) my helping you see
Different is beautiful, too
Do I?
soliloquy
Sacred space, take me back
Spare me from such wav’ring souls
Protected, I, despite the spears
Higher there than daggers after me
Nested
Sunlit
Hardwood floors, art-deco skies
Resonate my clicking heels
Close these eyes to all I wish
Airy space, take me back
Torch
Beauty me up, artist
Swim through my day, my life
Whirlwind ’round the kitchen
In and out each room, each window
Lingering, busying
Leave no ion, yard, or garden of me unchanged
Then when my heart smiles, long last!
Teach me artistry
That I may take the torch
Fever: A Haiku
It seems I’m afire
Not the type frequently feared
Rather eternal
Mea Culpa
DID YOU KNOW: Asylum seekers, -our brothers and sisters from Mexico and Central America- present themselves at the United States’ territorial borders, desperately seeking to assimilate with a nation that will offer law and order, protection, dignity, and liberty -since we will not go into their countries to insure it- when indeed, the United States’ foreign and economic polices have created environments where terror, violence, and corruption flourish in the first place? #NAFTA #CAFTA
https://www.citizen.org/wp-content/uploads/CAFTA-fact-sheet-Aug-2018.pdf
Fourth Rising
The western sky, brooding
Way over there, watching dawn become done
Has come to understand despite its expanse
I, in the east, looming
May be much too much this morning
Heat and light
Backyard Blackbird: A Haiku
Slow-motion moment
Becomes that magic minute
Through sunlit feathers
I imagine the universe echoes us all
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