Fear

A mop haired monster, its claws on a button That could wipe out my life and all the things I dreamed about but never did. Not yet. Pings on my phone, the latest update. Carefully worded, to make my heart race. It beats the same. Five hurricanes, names I recognize from a childhood game. Harvey’s…

The stuff dreams are made of

Some have said they dream in color but I dream in words. In my dreams, I come up with brilliant stories, the stuff the great American novel might be composed of. Then I wake up and I struggle to write sentences any more complex than, The cat is big. And the cat can run fast….

Fooling The Killers

I’ve been reading a lot of poetry recently and loved this writer’s attitude to finding his childhood friend, or not. The poet, Taha Muhammad Ali, is from Palestine, a little part of the world where the people have endured many wars and their lives and relationships have settled into some acceptance of uncertainty. This poem was written…

The Kindness Of Strangers

A few days ago, I took a different route home. I didn’t know why but I felt the urge to walk down a street I don’t travel often. At the intersection, I spied something in the middle of the road and I passed it by, like everyone else did. But then I crossed the street again…

Otherwise

I saw this beautiful poem posted on another blog recently and had to share it with you too. Otherwise by Jane Kenyon I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise. I ate cereal, sweet milk, ripe, flawless peach. It might have been otherwise. I took the dog uphill to the birch…

Unzip

This is for the zipped-up ones, the upwardly mobile ones who don’t talk about life experiences because they want to keep everyone comfortable. Tell your story here. Unzip yourself. This is a safe space. The paragraph above is paraphrased from a post one of the characters in Americanah posts on her blog, inviting others to comment,…

Untaming The Shrew

I’m immersed in the world I am creating  on my computer so it takes a moment to realize he is looking at me, to even notice him standing in the corner, but when I look up and my eyes meet his for the briefest of moments, I let my lids flicker quickly. It won’t do…

Happy Birthday Song

It’s his birthday today. Fifteen years ago today, for the first time, I bought him a birthday card. It was yellow. Bright yellow, with a blue bird on front, eyes wide and beak open, peacock proud but with the plumage of a jay. I imagined that little blue bird could sing the melody that filled…

Thinking Out Loud About Life, Death and Olympics

I just passed my first YouTube milestone – 100 subscribers after just a month of posting videos.   I love sharing my words with you on the blog but it’s also really cool to post videos. They allow me to express myself in a way I never have before and I look forward to being more…

Who Am I?

  Overwhelmed by your genius, Your passions fill my heart Your words break my silence I touch your picture when we’re apart Your rainbow of opinions color my thoughts Your voice tinkles in my mind I see you in myself But alone, who am I? I mourn for your losses My leaden tears fall for…

Morning Always Comes

If there were silence, she would hear her tears falling, plop, plop, on the shards of broken glass she is trying to pick up one by one. When her skin breaks, it’s the crimson color that shocks her, not the pain. The pain, she’s been getting used to, slowly, for a while now. Around her,…

Not Taught In School

“When is it due?” one student asks, once she makes out that this is an assignment. I leave off from where I am and go back to the top of the board and write in even clearer handwriting that I thought I was capable of producing on a vertical writing surface. Now it reads, Writing Assignment,…