Hoping to be Accepted

While I live I am not always loved While someone hears me They do not always understand me While I feel Others will not accept my emotions Still, I breathe and hope for love, understanding, and clarity. As a human, I reserve the right to be wrong from time to time. Yet, still, I hope … Continue reading Hoping to be Accepted →

God Asked me

What is your worth to the world? What makes you other than sand? What did you add to the effort to keep the stars shining and spinning? "Well, I was always trying to help a lessor one!" Common, many millions before ye! "What else?" I tried to help every child crying, lost, alone... "Also common. … Continue reading God Asked me →

I Forgot My Lines, But I Have no Fear

The call from the others comes in daily, nightly, lastly, just when peace takes me near sleep and dreams. "Why you? Why are you breathing? What is so special about you?" they ask in Legion. They remind me how many never got free of the womb, how many passed so young, here cancer, there a … Continue reading I Forgot My Lines, But I Have no Fear →

Sunday Dust Bunnies

Sunlight falls through the window, warming, caressing the air, turning and spinning the dust particles that catch and shine as they dance on the music of the silence of the room. The smell of the room is beyond stale. Maybe, ancient? Not armpit, not an old shoe, not even bad breath. Something latent. Something that … Continue reading Sunday Dust Bunnies →

Ending Horrors

He woke yet again, wearing his few hours of sleep, woven like lead upon his shoulders. And, he knew the weight of hate that waited for him, before he spoke. Yet, he felt more than knew that the hate was his to bear, his to walk though many that could not stand him. Indeed, those … Continue reading Ending Horrors →

Sitting on a Barstool

Tell me a story. One you can't tell your momma or your priest. It might even be one you do not want to tell the mirror. Right now, I am where I am supposed to be, and so are you. The world is turning round and round, and people are living and dying. But, I … Continue reading Sitting on a Barstool →

Dancing in Life

She won't tell you of her past unless she really knows you. Her loving eyes will dart around you, but not look directly. The pain must have been early and often. Though even now, someone hurts her, making snide remarks about her hair, her curves, her laugh, her heart. With her kind eyes and sly … Continue reading Dancing in Life →

In Loving Earth

Grounded by the carpet of sparkling immensity above me, I feel small. Lost in an ocean of humanity, I am swept away. Praying for a touch of a hand to ground me, to hold me, I wait. Still, my heart is alone and drowning and wishing. Feeling for God, for the very reason to be … Continue reading In Loving Earth →

My Left Hand, your Neck

April, I would have my left hand behind that beautiful neck of yours My eyes locked into yours, deeply, with nakedness of my soul. You, and I take a few more breaths, my left hand on your neck. You need my kiss to close the deal. I want a kiss to start my heart once … Continue reading My Left Hand, your Neck →

The Puppet Masters

The horrid power ones tell us they are right and we should believe them. All tell us they know what is best for you and me. Do they? Why they? The putrid souls of the horrid ones lead us astray. We struggle from day to day to make life for our children, while they wear … Continue reading The Puppet Masters →