Posts for July 1, 2026

I heard a bonny elf-call
calling o’er the lea:
“come and nurse an elf child
underneath the sea.”

I followed down.
I never found
the child,
the king,
or me.

They say therapy heals more than you think
They say talking your thoughts out can solve most problems
They say learning to leave problems in the past can lead to enlightenment

I say sitting with your problems can bring them to light
I say talking through my thoughts with writing heals wounds
I say learning to except your problems
Not leave them behind
Is the cure

Thank You Lex Pomo, over this past month I have explored myself more than I have in years. Thank you for being so excepting. My first thought when I think about something now, is how can I write it in a poem. Seriously thank you all. Can’t wait til next year.

My father played possum one morning,

his crew cut bristles on the pillow

next to momma’s bobby pin curls.

In this story, I am four, no new

little sister yet. He doesn’t twitch

or blink or move a bit. He’s asleep

Mom said. I look closer, but no sound.

I yank on the bedspread, the sheet,

his white tee shirt, just a little.

Nothing. I tickle his eyelashes,

his ears, but he really is a possum.

I move down to his feet, test a toe

then a knee. It was a Saturday,

their day off from the GE factory, but

he was not going to get away with it.

I march into the kitchen, push a chair

over to the stove where I grab the spatula

stomp back and give one good whack

across his nose. Words I never heard

before spill out. It’s my fault baby doll.

I’m awake now. Let’s make breakfast.