Abandoned blog

Held back by your tight
seventeen syllable leash,
I write elsewhere now.

Driving cross country

West Coast starting line
pavement our road map we head
east back to our roots.

Friendship

Despite my darkest
moods you reach out, take my hand,
and lead me toward hope.

On cutting off long hair

Strands layered, length chopped,
I change, shed years, fears, regrets.
Why’d I wait so long?

Sufficient

Some days it’s enough:
an absent child’s return, a
dog’s rapt love, a kiss.

Afterwards

We discuss the soul,
ponder death’s postlude, then choose
the happy ending.

Upon reading the work of a great writer

Breathless, punched in the
gut seeing language evolve,
my own words falter.

Two hours of sleep

Eyes red focus shot
totally worthless but I
still need that paycheck.

Stocking shelves

She spent the day in
aisle 6, cold flu remedies,
wellness boxed, bottled.

Hope

Dark fear crackling at
the edges, the heart beats on,
pulsing core of light.