the height of spooky season

the halloween candy is all gone
the shelves are bare
the last minute shoppers 
kick themselves for not
buying in it sooner 
the holiday section will be
christmas themed by tomorrow 

tonight kids and teenagers roam 
the neighborhood streets 
in-search of king-sized candy 
wearing costumes many
adults do not understand
for the children television
references have evolved 
since the last time 
they had small 
children in their lives 
a sign time is moving forward 

as the chill of mid-fall 
falls on the evening, 
soon the clocks will change 
once more making it dark 
even earlier than before 
though all of the halloween 
candy will be gone by then 
consumed by the children
quicker than the parents
would have liked

dentist ptsd

I ground myself
in the chair
pushing the thoughts
out of my mind
as best I can
knowing they’re forever
ingrained in my body
I shake
I cry
communication 
makes me feel safe
communication 
makes me laugh
I don’t always 
have to live
in the past
the present can 
be a little joyful
mostly bearable
a necessary
part of being human
taking care of 
my body knowing
the process will 
be uncomfortable.

Moon in Full

October’s chill hits my skin.
I step out into the night,
my barefoot on the cold wood.
Moon so crystal clear, so pretty, so bright.
I gasp at the sight of the shine.
How clearly I can make out its craters.
It reminds me of the midday sun.
I try to snap a photo but my phone 
lense cannot do this view justice.

autumnal equinox

the crisp clung in the midwest air
as the wind blew slightly cool.
autumn arrived over night,
driving from one state to another,
the change in weather marked
the beginning of fall layers.
the clouds moved in and by night,
rain was covering the road.
red wine and dancing was mixed
with cozy blankets and 
short conversations
with people I hadn't seen
in three years, before life
as we had known it changed.
what brings us together
on chilly autumn nights,
a celebration of love,
appreciating those who
I have known the longest.

classic cold

I am calm in my body
I listen to my body
I stay low
I stay quiet
I drink a lot of tea
I do not drink caffeine 
I take a lot of honey
I nap
I read my book
I nap some more
I sneeze
I cough
I sneeze again
I cough again
I take a Covid test
I do not have Covid 
I feel a change in my body
I feel my nose is stuffy
I notice my voice is raspy 
I do not like talking
I breathe
I meditate 
I stay quiet
I wear a mask in public
I hydrate
I hydrate
I hydrate
I nap
I drink more tea
I take DayQuil 
I take NyQuil 
I take another Covid test
I do not have Covid
I have a classic cold
I sneeze
I cough
I am slowly recovering 

misty rain on saturday

When you enter a place of stillness, you awaken the divinity within you.

Peggy Sealfon
hiding from the chill
of early september
under the 
pile of blankets
in my bed
fuzzy socks on
my cold feet
I reread a book
I first read
in college
misty rain on saturday
cozy day inside
my body is still
my mind is full

Read my piece On Turning 29

thoughts of now

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

Sylvia Plath
smell of fresh rain
sound of fans turning
late afternoon naps
sweaters and tea first thing in the morning
dogs going crazy all the time
drives with scenic views
hips hurting from standing
one conversation on repeat
different shades of the same color
people who don't think
people who overthink
memoir about a child star
rereading fiction
repeating affirmations
oil calming my anxiety
vibrant green leaves have faded
on the tree outside my window

10:23 pm

my window is closed
I can hear the cicadas
chirping loudly tonight
drowning out the usual
quiet of august evenings,
the rain this afternoon
startled the whole house
the dog ran from the bathroom
to the closet nonstop
for thirty minutes like
a spy trying to hide
darting from one 
dark space to the other,
my heart skipped a beat
during the brief moments
where I felt the house
sway out of place,
soon a night storm
will patter on the roof
as I fall asleep.