poetry
the wind slapped my face
i wonder who decidesthe length of the lieshow long they can go on and onand who else they can snowfor what ends we don’t knowbut it is no great featthey mastered deceit creeping the hallsas they sow so shall they reap As a result of the war, corporations have been enthroned and an era of corruption […]
Morethe family divides and that line
there is an invisible lineit runs through, underneath our feet, a schism betweenus and them, north and south, right and left, one side for and one against this line has not always been to have it there actually is a surprise, as I really thought we were immune to the lunatic fringeand I was wrong, […]
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back to the coves
off on a dog walk the air was crisp, the sky blue,and the sun appeared Bit of a break from the unposted posts and a nice long walk at The Coves beckoned after the last few snowy gray days. This area is called the coves as it was once a branch of the Thames River, cut […]
Moreunposted pictures
looking back todayalong old pathways, i stray,just to get away photographs were taken December 3rd, 2017 watching apple trees dance in the sunshine, again,on this snowy day
MoreThe 38th Mistake: Doing What You’re Not Suppose To
I’d forgotten, actually, that he used to show up at my door late at night, drunk. This feels like such a long ago and far away place, but it is only just under a year and a half old, and maybe I was too ashamed I guess to post it, as by this point it […]
MoreAnd Here’s The 39th: my imperfect self
Well, it was May and I had sat here for maybe a minute and a half enjoying the birds at the feeder before the squirrel found it and hence began the squirrel wars. Enjoying the gymnastics was Irish’s new favourite thing, and my obsession, as I tried to prevent it, and at this point I […]
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moonlight and mom
a breeze blows through me as the temperature drops nights no longer spent drenched in sweat, summer as it turns to fall away cool breezes blow through open windows, through rooms, locked inside from hot days and nights tumbleweeds of golden Irish hair from gawd knows where, bumping into Rose’s old rubber while rising, good […]
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