Paradoxical

Once, with confidence,stated my name –clarity claiming wisdom as mine Today, sun burns, accusing-bright,I avoid conversationquestion what is sane This paradoxical stateof fluctuation, is it right,and who among us is steadyenough to know for certain? (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @VjknutsonImage my own)

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Uncertain Times

Like living in the shadowof a volcano, each complacencyshaken by treacherous rumbles While some seek equalityothers chew on bitter lackand who profits when tempers succumb tothe hot lava of anarchy? (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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Windy

Winds here are unchained – no fear of stagnation – learning to tether myself to uncertainty – relying on instinct to pull through.

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Muddled Waters

Conscience clear, even circumspect, no hidden motives, just a desire for closeness, an intimacy only two can share, and yet even as you approach I feel my waters clouding, doubts scurrying across surfaces…

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Suspended

What options for long term care? Will life linger, abandon me, alone? If unconditional love exists, then let it talk to me, gesture desire, offer support – safety only comes with sleep despite this troubled unconsciousness; oversensitive, naive perhaps, will make it, if only I push outside the comfort of my bed. suspicious of following, consuming, […]

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Need A Road To Follow

Heading somewhere, chauffeur unreliable – treacherously absent direction – any road would be better than these curb-hopping, tendencies, head-on into snowy banks – Common sense – usually a stabilizer – is off duty, lacking appropriate attire, his willowy, tree-like composure relaxed; nonchalantly shrugs off the current drama. It’s not that I don’t have dreams – […]

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On Growing Old

Comfort is where we’ve settled, a well-appointed existence with commodities on the side. I dawdle with grandchildren casting pink thread for slugs ignoring the sludge in my veins while he wrestles with fallen leaves and closing the pool and readying for the cold ahead. Even now, there is no security no locks to protect against […]

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Disability’s Dilemnas

Clutter defines my surroundings: accumulation intended to simplify only complicates, suffocates. I am roommate, burden, dependent confined to a singular existence no longer lover, wife, companion. While I lament the past – ghosts of horrors and indecencies – he drinks to forget lost dreams. We have vowed to mend the cracks carefully secured our footing […]

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