Remembering the First Time

by | Apr 9, 2016 | Poetry

I write the story that drives me…not in detail, but in the way of being free to write and share. Marking time, this time, I remember when I started writing this blog. This blog has transformed me. I remember who I was. I have transformed my house. I am still...
Dead is Not Dead, Nor is it The End of The Story

Dead is Not Dead, Nor is it The End of The Story

by | Apr 2, 2016 | Poetry

Dedicated to Fred Rivera and the power of the written word that rewrote him. Tell yourself the truth. Death never is the end of the story. He wasn’t dead. He was living on the other side of town, or country, or the shadow of my heart. Still breathing, wrapping...
Unafraid

Unafraid

by | Mar 19, 2016 | Poetry

I has been almost a year since so many things. It has been over a year since so many others. Time. Making love is a science that laymen practice with broken tools. But it is the brokenness that makes the beauty. Tricky little fishes. You are honoring no one when you...