When the dark cloud no longer lingers. When it’s smoke no longer creeps over my left shoulder. When my body no longer steps through weighted air. When the fear of happiness leaving no longer disturbs it’s presence. When I can see that I am good. When I react with strength because I know I amContinue reading “Freedom”
Category Archives: Personal Growth
‘81 Pontiac
She sat in the back. Braided Barretts. corduroy pants, turtleneck and a fair isle sweater. She was 7, eating an apple. That apple looks so good he said – nice and juicy. Do you like it juicy? He stole her from the rearview mirror of an ‘81 Pontiac. All the way til ‘83.
For Claudia, with Gratitude
To Lead
The queen bee The orchestra conductor The lead vocalist The general The CEO The 2nd grade line leader The prima ballerina The drum major The Panic Ruling all loyal subjects Leading by gesture Setting the pitch Commanding all forces Connecting the board Strutting with pride Moving so beautifully you could cry Controlling the rhythm UsheringContinue reading “To Lead”
Panic
Yesterday morning I saw a woman in her car. She was in her driveway. The car was running. There was a baby in a car seat in the back. The woman’s head was down and I couldn’t see her face. Her shoulders were so slumped. Her head seemed to rest on her lap. I walkedContinue reading “Panic”
The Unknowing Reach of Hate
You shut up. You sound just like your father. Do you want to be like him? No you shut up. Don’t fucking talk to me. I hate you. She stands tall and threatening in the mother’s face. FUCK YOU. You’re crazy. The mother cowers but never lets her forget. That’s enough. Do you want toContinue reading “The Unknowing Reach of Hate”
When the Poles Crash
The Comedown Darkness don’t catch me, I don’t want to be found. Risk, just let me feel you. You make me pretty. You make me fun. You make me happy. You make me powerful. You prove to me that I can do anything. Risk, here we are at the party in the basement. At theContinue reading “When the Poles Crash”
