the morning after ))

Letters to the World11/23/2020 What the weekend brought in sunshine over the mountain top & casual relaxation, faux-fireplace, Monday brings in rain over chill, trash trucks screeching, & work. Waiting / for this toil to end becomes mental turmoil as bad as digging ditches. I’m swallowed by the machine, spinning dizzy –cog vomiting productivity. I’llContinueContinue reading “the morning after ))”

Poem: I feel so much us connected

I feel so much us connectedthe thoughts of the ancestors & genes, our omnipotent mind. / There is somethingpast bone which is calling me home & it’s not inthis body of mine… Which is really // the onlyreason for this earth-time,,, business (as usual). Comparing to prove it: a bard’s lyrical linescan say nothing moreContinueContinue reading “Poem: I feel so much us connected”

2020

Letters to the World1/1/20 As I stare at my phone, listening to music in my car on this first day of the year, waiting to enter my assigned nanny case of the day…… I’m caught by this dear diary entry I found dated October of 2019. Does deep painful anguish bring light? I feel this,ContinueContinue reading “2020”

T-minus 1 week,,

/ / / / This time next week I’ll be on a plane to Florida starting the “Celebration of Life” family vacation my mom (demanded) planned for our little clan. See, it’s her wish to give her family, her husband & 4 girls, a great memory to look back on should her illness take aContinueContinue reading “T-minus 1 week,,”

a #roughquickwrite in the morning while cutting it close to work ,

[Heart Attack] There’s something destroying my heart. It’s grabbing the organ,, by the ventricles & pulling it from my chest / cavity / leaving me gasping,, , blood spilling from ,empty hole where my broken ribs (cracked) open up to reveal / silver linings drenched red & vein-y. —Or are those arteries? -Amber Renee