My father hides pieces of his past in places he thinks I won’t look. In the dining room hutch, in a tea pot, in my mother’s old jewelry box. For as long as I could stand on my tip-toes I’ve found trinkets and ticket stubs and photos of people I pretend to know. He doesn’t… Continue reading Poetry; Veteran
His hands fly across the keys like a car chase down a black & white road, there's no rest stop for miles.
Her heart is a house a 1994 ranch-style home for lost pets, runaway teens and drifters. She takes them all in welcoming with warm beds hot tea and a blanket she knitted. No one is turned away even when rent is overdue or houseguests stay longer than promised. She is full of love, her heart… Continue reading Poetry; Her Heart
Pine needles and grass stains scattered across my skin from hikes in the dark. You don't remember the moon I know, the one that shined for us, cried for us, gave us silver songbirds and white wine.
The air around the sea is not the same as around my house on the hill. The energy pulls me in harder than the tide more fierce than the bite of the freezing waves. I have to be stronger than the temptation; stronger than the voice telling me to let go.
Noon and my eyes force open heavy from a night of drinking. I look for your shoes till I find myself sinking. There are pillows on the floor but no one else in my bed. I look for you in a cold apartment with a chest beating dread. You got what you wanted realizing I'm… Continue reading Poetry; Morning After
When you left you packed the best dishes, taking with you the song of the birds and the reddest roses from our garden. The sun isn't as bright as it once was, the light left with you. Since you've been gone I eat dinner in the shadows of a house that's no longer a home.