Poems
The Wake Up
He smells the coffee she has made for him
Every morning as long as he can remember
Coffee brewed strong and black
Never with cream or sugar
Just the way he likes it
Shorts
Not Really Sure
Every part of my body is paying the price for whatever happened, all while I thought I was sleeping. Sleep now doesn’t seem to be a precious commodity when it comes time to face it tonight.
Shorts
Ordinary Day
How do people walk away from a house? At what time is a house deemed so beyond repair that leaving it and some of its contents seemed feasible?
Shorts
7 Days Post-Op
The stitches and medical glue used to seal incisions. The swelling. The black and blue bruising surrounding my entire abdomen. It was too much for her. She said it all looked so painful.
Shorts
The Painting of Margaret
On precious occasions, Margaret will share with me stories of her childhood, her teen years and stories from as recent as 40 years ago. She is a walking, talking history lesson. All of her stories have a purpose.
Shorts
Walk Away-Coffee Shop Blues
I didn’t feel the need to justify my beliefs but I did feel the need to let him how inappropriate his verbal attack was. I reminded him Lily was watching. He didn’t care. He kept insulting me.
Shorts
Cocaine in the Soda
I don’t want to miss out anymore. I don’t want to have a perfect house and life that looks like I have my act together when I am not able to enjoy life as it passes me by.
Poems
Above It All
The rest doesn’t matter
It is just background noise
I may have placed you there
To protect you
