• the anomaly that is me

    loss & lost

    there are a multitudeof words and emotionscrashing around inside my headand heart none want to escape theirdark, swirly, hideawaysand find themselves on paperor screen. these days I see nothing butmemoriesof who lived within each boxof 28, 30, or 31 daysI know it’s just a matter of perceptiona glass half empty / half fullsort of filter when I look at the calendarbut right now, all I see are empty spaceswhere family, friends, pets, and loved onesused…

  • memories,  year in review

    the year that fell apart

    I can count on one hand the things that went according to plan this year. Not that I had grand plans or anything, but if something could go wrong this year, it did. At full volume. Three and a half months ago, my father passed away. I wish I could say that was the worst thing in the entire year, but it wasn’t. By mid-September I was so emotionally drained that when my father passed…

  • my muse

    national poetry writing month (napowrimo)

    you might think a poem is an easy thing just some words on different lines word after word after word some of them rhyme some of the time sometimes   ……….there   ……………are   ……………….long   …………………..pauses between them   ortheycanbereadallinonebreath   a poem is painted thoughts illustrated with letters   it can be cryptic; hidden messages about the one that got away who still haunts your heart, or at least your dreams   it…