Friday, October 12, 2018

Not Safe

I’m not safe with my own thoughts
Lend me yours for the night--
  So I can close my eyes
  So I can rest my mind
  So my heart can untwist itself

I’m not safe in my own bed
  Alone with the pain
  Echoes of tears
  Across the chasm of years
  Fresh on my face

I’m not safe in my own mind
  The thoughts are crowding me out
  Pushing away peace
  Recalling the chaos
  Rippling through the past

Let me breathe
 Let me release
     Let me be

Monday, November 13, 2017

Monday Morning Pick Me Up: Moving!!

I will be MIA for a little while.  My kids and I are moving to a new apartment!  The place is wonderful, but with moving comes packing.  And cleaning.  And unpacking.  And a mountain of paperwork that contains far too many numbers for my word oriented brain.  As soon as I sort through all of these tasks, rest assured, my poetry and I will be back and active.  Until then, enjoy Thanksgiving if you're in the states.  If you're not.... enjoy not gaining 5 pounds in one day.

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Wednesday Writing: Take a Break!

As you can see, I have not kept up with my regular posting schedule lately.  You know what?  I'm not sweating it!  I don't feel bad.  I don't feel like I abandoned my blog.  I don't feel like I abandoned my readers.  I didn't feel like I had to write.  I gave myself permission to take care of myself because sometimes life happens and self care is a lot more important than keeping up with writing.

Ready for some shocking news?  Writing is not my whole life.

Earth shattering, right?  I'll give you a second to absorb that.

Understand this, writing is still my passion.  I adore writing, and I will always love the process. It is an integral part of who I am.  I have been a writer since I was thirteen years old, and that is a portion of myself that will never change.  I am very secure in my identity, so it makes it very easy to step away from that portion of myself.

I have been sick for a few days.  I've hugged the toilet more often than I've hugged my children recently.  Monday morning I had a passing thought that it might be helpful to write a Monday Morning Pick Me Up, but that thought was proceeded by a porcelain hug. I was in no shape to do anything but take care of my immediate physical needs.  Resting and staying hydrated were much more important than churning out writing just to fill a blog.  My only screen time was finally bingeing Stranger Things 2.

Thursday, November 2, 2017


The smell of seared flesh
Filled the air
Along with the aroma
Of burnt hair
Tears streaked my cheeks
As my shriek echoed
In the tiny chamber

One of these days
I will learn
To use my curling iron
Without maiming myself