Category: Poetry

  • A Warm Hug. . .

    \I was just 16 when my younger sister caught me in a lie leaving me so embarrassed that on the spot I knew that I would forever tell the truth.  And from that moment on, I became a truth teller.  I alibied  others or as my sister said, made excuses for  them, but was hard…

  • Life’s Adjuncts . . . like me. . . .

    Life’s Adjuncts  . . .  It seems I drive my family crazy trying to follow my thinking.  My mate of many years said too many times that George did not say what  I repeated  George said.  I looked my mate straight in the eye and said then I elevated George’s thinking.  Eyebrows shot up and…

  • And is god enough . . . . .of course. . .

      So Who Cares. . . Nobody they say. . . Except you know you do. . . All it takes is just one I hear, to look for the sun to rise each morning. . . . to look at the moon at night and wonder, . . . . where home is. .…

  • Always the Empty Chair. . . Times Such as These. . .

     It  is late.  And I am an old woman.  I sit here and cannot see the keys of the keyboard because  I weep.  I have delayed coming and writing this again which seems to be a signature poem of mine and it is not an honor I wish to claim.  In differing times I took…

  • In My Heart Pocket. . . .

    Word reaches often that there are issues with some of my posts that are unreal;  that perhaps I don’t know how the real world works.  I write what I know, not  hope or pretend.  As Lawrence O’Donnell commented on  President Biden’s Inaugural, experience is something you cannot teach. We always knew it, I think,  just…

  • Is However Long We’ll Talk . . . . .

    However long. . . .the night is. . . . Coming into a chosen family will be what someone calls a misfit.  And the label will stick.  This often is a child with a need to know everything and talk.   There will not be anyone to listen.  Because there will be other children, work to…

  • Virtue In The Doing. . . .

    The Keys Of The Kingdom. . . . (In the conversation I mention about the satisfaction in the doing of what most consider work with my brother Stanley, and he said I hold the keys of the kingdom,  in my terminus I see the wisdom of this.  I was told to ‘do and you will…

  • I hold the candle for you. . . .

                        We are bringing to close another year with what are special gifts.    It is the gift of gratitude for life, of a peace not yet finished and a state of mind that is in itself a miracle.  These are limited only by focus and not…

  • Will I Require An Alibi?

    In The Mirror Is The Answer. . . . THE TEACHER SPEAKS. . . .It is useless to say that we can be non judgmental when we make judgments of necessity all day long.  What we must not judge are the places an Other comes from when we look upon cultural ways.  When we understand…

  • Love Awaits . . .with a putting place. . .

    October 27, 2022. . .(I posted this essay more than 5 years ago and my thoughts today have only deepened.  The wish I hold still is that there would have been someone early on that I could have voiced my thoughts with no fear.  In my terminus I fulfil the old maxim that the end…