Poetry

I Think I Know Where I am Going

I Think I Know Where I am Going

Where am I going? I think I know! I say “think” Because the winds Of change blow; Sometimes meekly And other times very brazenly. I, like the oak tree, Bend in the wind allowing The wind to pass Changing only those things Necessary to sustain life And stay on course. Where am I going? I […]

By December 14, 2011 5 Comments Read More →
Lineage

Lineage

The stars are our ancestors Inside each one of us Is the same matter once Contained in the heart of A crucible of unimaginable Beauty and unending flame We are here now, as we are Obviously meant to be Called forward out of The inevitability of creation The message and the memory Of our fiery […]

A Footstep

A Footstep

A footstep is action Not inaction but risk Not safety of status quo, Which is false, There is no status quo A footstep is momentum A force to reckon with. Encouragement to take another footstep. Moving from here to there Failure or success A footstep. Forward, backward, To the left, or to the right. Progress, […]

By December 12, 2011 3 Comments Read More →
Older???

Older???

Born of woman, Minutes, hours, days, months, Then years tick by, Some unnoticed. Then, one day someone Called me middle aged, Shocked I knew the number, But felt the same As when I was 18. Another day comes, A young child called me old. In my mind I murmured,  “No!” I looked within And found […]

By December 11, 2011 3 Comments Read More →
Who am I? Let me introduce myself!

Who am I? Let me introduce myself!

I am not the person you see before you. I am not the person you hear. I am not the person you hold in your arms. I am not the person you share your quiet moments with. I am not the person you have memories about. I am not the person you create memories with. […]

The Rains Of Autumn

The Rains Of Autumn

There’s a woman washing her car In the parking lot across the street The bus chugs by beneath my window, With twenty-minute regularity The days are still and cold and damp, A miserly amount of sunlight barely Lights the trees as they shed the Last of their faded leaves and Coat the rain-wet streets below […]

Debris

Debris

We were a heap of debris stacked nearly five feet high. Broken branches, trimmed hedges, brown leaves, even a few pulled up weeds. The ruins of our yard. The clippings of old growth sheared off love. We felt a little gasoline would help. And next we knew, Fire, Fire, Fire, Roaring up toward the sun. […]

By December 4, 2011 11 Comments Read More →
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