Posts for June 13, 2026 (page 3)

and weighs the circumstances.
Impossible odds, impossible decisions,
but this is the worst of all.
Yet, many to few to one,
the choice, however difficult,
was, fundamentally, an easy one.

He thinks, and fears. Doubt swirls
as sharks around bloodied prey.
No, is his choice, but it’s decided
before he even gets to say the word.
Fights against premeditated fate
but is pinned down, a fox caught
by the sharp jowls of bloodhounds.

They think a hero stands before them.
Intellect unmatched but by their own,
and actions so reckless and sacrificial,
the only word for them is brave.
How can one think he is anything but
brave?

I think and weigh the value
of my own life. I’d give it up
in a heartbeat. Because my love
for people, outweighs my fear, or
my hate for myself outweighs it all?

Think and thought transposed by singular
moments of character and longing to
have or be or behold more of ourselves
than what we are capable of alone
in our individual, real-life, stories.

You’ve already figured me out
My deflections
My way of talking around my emotions 

To hear more about you.

I must tell you
You are more interesting, intelligent
So I will say
My story is never more compelling
Than yours.
Yet.
And
Yet.
You may be frustrated
Because you want to hear more…
Tell me more about you, ya goofball
You may say.
Say anything, give me extra details! 
I am tentative for reasons and I may
Need a kick in the arse
Challenge me.

Looking through the microscope
at Gaudian fortresses girding
Manhattans of cotton wale,
wafflet squares of tree blood distillate,

comes as easily to you as closing one eye
Cocking your head to one side
And dropping 3 tea sets
and two silverware sets
from an oversized and ragged sleeve.

As easily as coining
eternitudes of song like sayings,

As easily as strumming out
ancient tangos turned
musical theatre,
heartbreaking and comical
heavenly and frail.

Though you carry perhaps
every book, film or song
you ever heard in your head,
along with nearly every
person you meet’s birthday
and know more on the subject of most things
than most people,

you are still the simplest,
sweetest, most accepting,
rain clown marsh wiggle
this will o’ the wisp will ever call home.

And the most overwhelmingly
admirable quality you have,
at least by this fiery wisps’ standards,
is your ability to listen to anyone
and accept them,
and make them feel a little
bit better about themselves.

Delicate things
flower petals
new bonds
a tiny kitten in my arms

Handling all with care

Makes me grieve all those
that were not given grace

We won one!
Won two, too!
For four of us
Ate eight
tins of ten–each!
now we’re home–oh, where’s
the phone?

-inspired by Greta Gerwig’s Barbie

Supposedly potable water from the sprinkler
Damp patio wood after rain
Peanut butter on jungle animal paper plates
Silky, synthetic doll hair
A friend’s basement where the couch is misplaced 
Deflating Winnie the Pooh bouncy ball
Iridesdent suds that leave my fingers sticky
and watching the bubbles drift ’til their shimmering residue

is out of sight.

I stood in the presence of something vast.

Not intimidating.
Not demanding.

Just quietly magnificent.

The kind of beauty that makes you stop thinking about yourself for a moment and simply look.

And as I looked, I couldn’t help but wonder why.

Why create such wonder?
Why fill a world so burdened by pain with moments capable of stealing our breath away?

It felt like an answer hidden in plain sight.

Not only that God exists,
but that He cares.

Because a world built without love would have settled for function.
It would have given us enough to survive and nothing more.

But instead, we were given beauty.

We were given moments that silence anxiety,
that soften grief,
that remind us there is something greater than deadlines, disappointments, and daily struggles.

As if the Creator knew we would need reminders.

Reminders that mercy still surrounds us.
That peace is still available.
That this story was always meant to be more than survival.

And standing there, surrounded by a creation too beautiful to ignore,
I didn’t just see evidence of His power.

I saw evidence of His heart.

Behold, today we crowned a trillionaire.
Young, old,  see the crown, seat, and sceptre there.
How like a God, that K I N G that there upbears!
On cash and backs He climbed up heaven’s stair!
What morals—what benign self-made airs!—
that sold your world for zeroes and a chair.  

I wish that He’d have seen mom lying there,
seen her as I did, a young child that stared.
Her treatment stopped, nothing left of her hair,
’cause we couldn’t buy no more medical care.  

But no matter! What God would even care
for plight of mortals, or folks on welfare?
Now work ye like beasts, like horses, like mares,
that He might be the first quadrillionaire!

If the everyday smells we encounter
were collected in jars like jam
my nose-closet would be full
to the brim with sparkling
shimmering fruit rainbows 

after a beautiful day with a best friend
    ziplining for the first time,
    overcoming my fears,
    having fun above the trees;
    eating yummy bbq chicken pizza with ranch and garlic sauce;
    hiking to the waterfall, and sitting under it,
    pounds of water hitting my head,
    fear exploding with each shock,
I come home and empty my eyes of tears and nose of snot
because my swimsuit (that fit three weeks ago) didn’t fit today.