You leave breadcrumbs

What once was heartfelt expresssions

Of interest and desire

Is now nothing more

Than regulatory processes

Just to keep me around

Bombs in the beginning

Of love, passion, heat

Have now fizzled out

To nothing more

Than a cancerous lump

Of anxiety and worry

Of whether you truly do care

Or if you have grown complacent

Thinking no more work

To show me you love me

Is required

I should not have restless nights

Wondering why I don’t feel good enough

Why I think I am nothing more

Than a hole to fill

Whether that’s in your own heart

Or for something else

In a house
full of running
full of chaos
full of boys  

Only one
knows the best
way to handle
all the noise  

Takes himself
down the hall
flops down
with a yawn  

Declaring
his own naptime
without
a second thought.

Started with small brainstorms, things that
interested/bothered/fascinated her,
poetry as expulsion, explosion,
her real-life brain right there on the paper.

She plays too close to the chest these days.
I’d like to see some of her writing now,
what counsel she keeps, what secrets
she’d share, what dreams keep her up.

I don’t know how to say Good Morning with this much blood in my mouth but I can blink myself away from this decapitated mountain a hard wound in front of me and when I crawl forward I see Oasis            my saving grace             look down             and the Water is full of my face

Feeling the heat hang in the air
I can feel the thickness of it 
in my lungs, and my whole body
It has me retreating inside
where the air is cooler and it
is easier to breathe

I wish that I could escape 
the stress of my circumstances
as easily as I can escape the heat
but that’s ok, because
I have discovered that I am stronger
than my circumstances and despite
the fact that they are stifling,
I can learn to acclimate myself
and educate myself, 
which makes me even stronger

Its the first day of summer and if feels like it too.

I know we get tired of those very hot summer days  but they really are beneficial for so many reasons. 

All those fruits and vegetables arent going to grow themselves.

Biting into a tomato warm from the sun and right off the vine is an experience everyone should experience at least once.

The extra sunlight time is pretty nice too.

Drive in movies, outdoor concerts, picnics and cookouts are things I look forward to.

Fireflies, butterflies, ladybugs are all welcomed in my garden.

Stomping around in creekbeds looking for interesting rocks.

Splashing in a pool or lying on a float listening to music or a book.

Farmers markets, festivals, summer dresses and sandals.

Always welcome a new season and appreciate all it has to offer as you get older you realize they dont last as long as you think. 

Shipped out from home
As if she were a draftee 
Headed not for war,
But, the nursing home–
Sudden and upexpected
Off to the unknown

Dumped her household stuff
As if it were a stranger’s
No pilfering through it
From mementoes to hold on to
Savor…remember–
Home.

They say the way back to Narnia is never the same
As the road that brought you last time
The magic’s always shifting around to new places
I can never guess where  

Maybe it’s in the old black & white photograph of a family I love from afar
Maybe hanging on a thrift store clearance rack
Maybe a tray of muffins sliding hot out of the oven even though it’s 90 degrees outside  

I’ve found it in kitten claws
First snowflakes
That time we laughed so hard we peed a little
And the nights I finally let grief break out in great wracking waves  

I’ve seen it in a sunset glinting off of perfect brown hair
In the broken branches left after the thunderstorm
In morning fog and flat grey skies  

Once in a while I see it in my own hands, worn and worked
Polished
Prone  
I was looking for it this morning, and that’s never the best way.
You must let it find you.
It might be in a poem.

hello bumblebee!
please don’t bumble quite so close 
to this here picnic

cute as you are, my
sandwiches are not the most
nutritional choice

Her magnificent 
magenta blooms waved by the
wide sun filled window
she craved to flaunt her ample 
blooms tended by melting ice.