My last post caused me to think on the song Iris and what it has meant in my life. As a teen I felt misunderstood. Most of my peers at school thought me odd or weird, I didn't have many friends and I felt that most people just did not understand me. I hid more often than not. But all I really wanted was for someone to understand me, someone to be ( Read more... )

Tonight brake lights on the freeway
become pulsing hearts, beating
in the darkening light,
each pulse bringing me closer
to you, if I listen closely
I can hear your heart beating
in the rhythm of the turn signal.
All roads lead to you
and I am merely a brake light
blinking into darkness.

Saturday I got to spend most of the day with my parents, mostly my mom. We went to our church's women's conference which was fantastic, and then came home and spent some time together. We ended up sitting at their kitchen table talking. Our conversation happened upon parents and grandparents and stories of them. As the night had been so focused on ( Read more... )

"To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your life depends on it; and when the time comes, to let it go." - Mary Oliver

I saw this quote today and have to say that I love it and wanted to share it.

Kevin woke me this morning at 4:44 am for breakfast. He had come home and spent time getting it ready. He had made steak and hashed browns, and I drank Mango-Guava juice with it. It was actually very good, he had created a fantastic rub for the steak. I was of course very tired though and so both of us ended up going to sleep right after breakfast ( Read more... )

On homecomings ( Read more... )

It is something I remember from when we dated. He would leave at night and I would watch him from the balcony of my apartment. In my memories I always remember how tall he was, his long legs stretching on forever carrying him quickly, always too quickly away from me ( Read more... )

“Miles Away ( Read more... )

Our time together

"We need to talk"
I said, and pulled out
the paper on which I
had written three poems
and a list of discussion
topics. You took one look,
your eyes growing wide
at the sheet of pure text
and muttered, "Oh no"
The whole way home we talked
over finances and time spent
together. I made no mention
of the poetry.

(Part of the ( Read more... )