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Silver bullet locked and loaded

Ink bled magnetic cement

Current on a bed of fiber soaking each utterance before it can breathe

Choking on triumphant hope-invisible cloak of armor

Your touch a fuse-electric-ignites my being

Trail blazing across my cheek

The trigger your thumb

Target my guttural impulses

A silent moan knows no home

Vagrant eternal

This love’s inferno hero


Winding the corner to a widening perspective

Pinholes of light in darkened peripheral

Tears cascade crumbles of forgotten mud in cracked awakening smiles

Sinew stretches, relaxes, settles

Heartbeat steadies

Breath even

Return to peace if even just a moment

Before turned upside down again

This dance of fate and chance held in arms’ will

A cacophony of wonders running the gamut of emotions

If life be a symphony play on-til no more chords echo in the twists and turns of the marrow of my bones

Ribbons and bows

Joys replace woes

Suspended strife

Focus on glories of life

Hearts as full as bellies

Smiles as warm as hearths

Silent union across Earth

As we bow our heads

Lift our souls

And give thanks

Blessed rest

Ready to open the door for more…of whatever 2023 may be

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The window remains

The pane the same

But the view has changed along with her name

What began as a dance now a steadfast stance

Took a chance on romance

Its roots dug deep-grew a child, birthed a family-beautiful fruits of labor

From girl to woman, lover, partner, mother

Not yet old, but feeling time begin to fold

Living in the chasm’s interim

Laughter, tears, worry, joy, fears

Emotions once shuffled like toys, then questioned as ploys, now simply a fluid way of life

Surfing some, wading others

Toe dips, deep plunges, lazy breaths on sunny rocks, gasping for air between undulating knocks

Rhythmic flow in the zone

Alternately joyous, wondering, terrified, and thrown

Blissful sail of peace gives them all momentum, meaning-to a common centered place, a safe space


Home is where the heart is

Maybe home is the heart

When nearer to the end where does one begin and the other end?

Time a tapered ticket taker on the platform of never ending travel

Soul weary or taking flight

Another midnight journey-frightened delight

Wanting only to be near a friend…or the end

Stop on the tracks

Look at the mountains rolling back

Get off and run naked through the blanketed grass-feeling the blades tickle your ass

Laugh without worry or care

Be all that you dare

Stare down the walls-obstacles in disguise-really just opportunities to rise

Travel alone together

Occasionally, or on the regular

Here, there, or anywhere

Just Travel.

I keep his picture clear before me on my desk to see every day. His back turned in free, unfiltered movement-not to exclude, but to explore. A constant reminder for me to hold the space for him, while simultaneously letting him discover his own way. Parenting- the ultimate paradox, a challenging reward of investing so much with no guarantee of return…will the foundation you laid continue to solidify their steps, or will life (and their choices) create cracks upon which they stumble and fall? More importantly, did you prepare them to get up, and continue in faith and trust amidst all the soft and hardened ground? What will you be privy to in their deepest thoughts and experiences, and what will be kept from you, whether or not it should be?

A deeper space in my heart lit up when he was born, one I never knew existed, and one that can now never be extinguished. All I can do, all any of us mothers can do, is accomplish the impossible feat of being a revolving door of security, love, boundaries, and freedom…to always be there as they come and go, with one arm extended to catch, embrace and hold, and the other open wide to let them go out again on the other side.



Being believing

Doubting questioning
Free fall Faith
Birth to death

Breath between

We smile as easily as frown until we realize there is no crown, or competition to rule

You are your own sovereign, infusing life with merriment, meaning, or strife

A blink and it’s done just as it’s begun…heart full of laughter, knowing, and questions-deepened exposed, yet still mystery unfolds

Will it end, or eternally bend in a loop of souls-wondrous creation, elation, mind boggling ethereal ascension

A life is grown as much from the unknown as what is certain

We are born to live, love, learn & grow…enjoy and die-to be reborn again

For what or when only Spirit knows and with it all grows and glows

Start the day by my side because you’re already always inside

Take my hand as we traverse this land, since the energy between us is eternally an invisible band

Let me stare into the depth of the hue of you, as you open the windows to your soul like you do

Lips pressed decidedly against your cheek, as I inhale the scent of you, I have found what I seek

I Adore You!

Look inside the shadows of your mind

Find the truth hiding to be found

Seek-take a peek

Secrets pets

Wishes kept

Worries wept

Listen to the drops of love’s drying tears

Feel the breeze of unseen wind upon the hair of your hand

Taste the salt of daggers’ wounds

Deep within soul’s womb

Begin again


March 2023


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