Category Archives: Prose

Mental Caverns

Moments that steal my breathfrom my lungs, pull me outof my racing thoughts,stop the looping altogether,are few and far between.Mother nature’s beautyoften is the one thingthat can snap me into now.These mental cavernsI crawl into without thinkingwhen things shift quicklyresemble the beauty with playingthe same scene of the same movie.I dream of these summer days,whereContinue reading “Mental Caverns”

Little Joys

The colors of flowers bring meMore joy than I can state.Seeing natural beauty sparkFrom nothing to somethingRadiates my soul in a wayThat’s difficult to explain.It’s a reminder of changeAnd time, both movingForward as is life, thatNothing is permanent.These fleeting beautiesWill settle or fadeInto the summerBut my what feelingsThe pull from me now.

Faces

The ways in which I viewMy reality come to the surfaceWith each new day.Some days are heavy and I learnTo sit instead of resist the wayIn which my mind has learnedTo operate, the protectionsIn place to keep me saneWhile I wiggle room to danceIn the madness of my mindUnder the stars and screens.Some days areContinue reading “Faces”

It’s Happening

Spring has finally arrivedonly took a month to makeher debut in this humble year.I embrace her fully as shesaunters into the day as thoughshe’s not held off her entrance,leaving us all freezing forfar too long, leaving us questioningif she was ever going to show up.But she does and we thank her for it,the birds singContinue reading “It’s Happening”

Green Eyes

For Jimmy I fell in love with your green eyesthe second I saw you.I watched their vibrancy fade overthe years but my love for you never did.You were a constant light inmy life, a source of comfortwhen everything felt unsteady.Your patience with your reality,especially with the cat always stickinghis foot on your foreheadwas unmatched.I admiredContinue reading “Green Eyes”

Bed Ridden

The crystals in my left ear kept me in bed for three days.I hated screens, movement,
and the reminders of life 
outside my room.
I sought comfort in 
the sound of my fan
on my dresser and the darkness
sleep brought, which was more
often than not. It’s the only way
I could feel comfortable, drifting off
into sleep, avoiding all signsContinue reading “Bed Ridden”

Writer’s Block

“The creative adult is the child who survived.” —Le Guin It’s difficult to explain to thosewho don’t understand.The throughline of childhoodbreaks off somewhere asthe decades continue on. I hold tight to my pen to make sense of those early years.How they definedthe womanI am today.Healing my inner childone day at a time.Poetry helped mefind myContinue reading “Writer’s Block”

Memory of Pink Faded Clouds

The early November skybefore sunrise is untouchable.It’s quiet but fierce, wantingto burst into the daybut takes a moment to breathe.I drive east. I watch the darkblue grow lighterpops of yellow appearbelow the horizon,as though the sun is ripping throughthe universe, through the land and sky,to say good morning, hello.Music plays, it’s too early tocomprehend aContinue reading “Memory of Pink Faded Clouds”

One Week

I’m writing thisfrom a placeof clarity,the place I get to beone week a monthor 12 days if I’m lucky.The haze had cleared,the spirals have settled,I can pinpoint my feelingsand work through themin more balanced ways.I’m not swinging from oneemotional extreme to the other.I don’t take things as personally.The lens I look atmy life throughisn’t asContinue reading “One Week”