Let’s get a house with an attic and fill it with holiday decorations and pull it all down once a year and rejoice in what we have forgotten we have and smile knowing we haven’t lost what we love. Lets get a house with floors worth treading and dance all over them from front door… Continue reading Maybe
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A Keeper
This past weekend from the window of the car; as I passed state after state heading north west; I saw the small dustings of autumn. It wasn't hard to miss, a few of the trees were touched slightly yellow and even more so a few days later, bushes were vibrant red and orange closer to… Continue reading A Keeper
A prayer for the Sentinels
To Mom and Dad Who have stood and watched patiently as I lay stationary, trying to find a way up. Figuratively. I imagine the two of you like this 29 years ago as I first learned to walk, Standing somewhere close by whispering affirmations and atta' girls but knowing I had to learn how to… Continue reading A prayer for the Sentinels
Now and then
April 2018 This is what you do, my pet, when the airplane of your love has gone up in smoke: You land it (maybe) in the best way that you can. You let it rest on the grounds of some open field in the middle of nowhere where all is unrecognizable, including the tremor in… Continue reading Now and then
Mind Flutterings
Being an actor is complicated. Mostly because I complicate it with a desire to have success immediately and exactly in the way I believe it should come. Control is an issue, and trying to control a creatively expressive career is not wise. Trying to control your creative life fully is like trying to catch and… Continue reading Mind Flutterings
Persephone rising
She said, you are in the long night now, girl. The sun is far, far away but dawn will break eventually. Hold tight to yourself and outlast the dark. I told her I was hardly holding on to anything, much less myself. She said to keep holding on anyway, to whatever I could find. She… Continue reading Persephone rising
a love poem
On loving you, I know no other way yet This is boring, I think, loving a person who isn't here. It would be more fun to be together, to be planning. Instead it is just me. So I love me instead of loving you. To give myself something to do in the meantime. Loving me… Continue reading a love poem
Illumination
These moments of suspended unknowing are grounded as well as up-gazing. I think, who will know more than me in this moment? And then I sit and look at the trees While I look, I hear things the frogs and crickets, the birds singing lullabies and the brush of the wind. Oh yes, I remember… Continue reading Illumination
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