finding happiness in memories — I went for a walk today upon a path where we last tread in daydreams before your demise. A coward I feared returning where a bursting broken heart would leave shards upon the glistening tarmac as if all the tears shed gather there still. I feared the familiar route bound in…

pulses with life connected — Hazel eyes green burnished in warm brown flecks of gold a halo of pale blue. Glas or uaine, green in nature or artificial fluorescent lime neon chartreuse. Cool as a cucumber, pale lichen and spongy moss lounge on trees bequeathing oxygen to us all. On a sunny summer afternoon mint leaves, muddled, spice…

changing the narrative of juvenile corrections — We are all new to this. You are living inside the fence. I merely visit, walking along the paths the vast vistas of open fields homey looking cottages betrayed to their purpose by rusted crisscrossing metal cages around a concrete patio. I gaze at the gatehouse, secure in its double entry through…

Still, time to create a playlist for a wake — Dreams of longevity came crashing down news of weakness took the air from my lungs, this heart’s mighty partner, gently keeping the rhythm of our synchronicity, time passing hidden in your resolute devotion. What burdens did I give you? Handled gracefully, ferocious in your tandem guidance. Chasing childhood catastrophes, adventures strumming the…

across miles, across years, beyond measure — I have a friend. A lifelong friend created upon a gravel-strewn playground under the watchful eyes of terrifying nuns unified in our eight-year-old courage to defy their snapping rulers. Then we were parted. Growing bolder, taller, young women apart still bonded by courage to find our way. Found again. Dressed in…

an homage to little old ladies still galivanting around — There’s a grocery store chain in Florida where the cart baskets are relatively small. I was told they are smaller to meet the needs of seniors who shop for only a few items. It is ritualistic to run errands daily when you get to a certain age. To get out…

2022 — Begin The promise of a bend in the path, set your steps assuredly into the light breathed softly between the boughs of your guardians.

silver threads find us — Spilling through your silhouette of trees, find me on this lonely night, throw your cautious beam across my hands opened wide to feel the crackle and spark, a memory of time and heat of love, so true caught in silver threads slipping through fingers to be returned to you. Spill…

Calling me home — I need you today, to walk with you to hear you argue with me spitting your foamy curses over rocks and felled trees caught in your haughty currents. See, here I am, holding the power of time of eons, in which you’re but a meandering stream always hoping to find your way…