Spring Poems II; In Which I Make Too Many Paper Metaphors

FORGOTTEN POETRY FOUND IN JOURNALS Funny how it could have been written yesterday: Crossed-legged Elbows resting on the sides of the tub Head hanging down In the stocks Punishing myself for being sad without reason Waiting for it to pass ..... SITTING IN BED WRITING BEFORE YOU CAME IN AND SAID: I sit in bed [...]

Pinot, Poetry, & a Rope; How Whiskey, Words & a Shovel Helped Me With Self-Love and Forgiveness

Pinot, Poetry, & a Rope; How Whiskey, Words & a Shovel Helped Me With Self-Love and Forgiveness

My blog theme may be turning into "It's all About Timing." That feeling when what you're reading is exactly what you're going through in real life. Perfect Timing. I’m seeing grandfather clocks, wrist watches, stopwatches... Now that scene in All Dogs Go to Heaven with the ticking and the clouds and the floating ... I've [...]

Winter Poems

Winter Poems

IT’S HARD EITHER WAY* Nights are hard. Crying myself to sleep is hard. I take sleeping and anxiety pills together because at night I cannot calm down and I can’t get to sleep without them. They put me in a welcome fog. In a fog that I can't function in it. It’s good though, because [...]