Posted in Poetry

Poet Poster

once hung in my writing room 1/10/2018

writing letters

they call it a “lost art”

but then all love lost

is found again

when the mood is right.

Posted in Poetry

surface

caress the veil

learn to move the night -nearing

lift your legs

stars shift -into

and towards the wind

there

floats the letter written to self

sent, by God alone.

(Day Four White Sands)

Posted in Memoir, Musings

Self-doubt relationships 

Summer Sky 2017

Disappointed by a desire to evaporate, pray give me strength to stand against a false self forced on by others.

“Who do you see?” she who exists in a pool of rippling waves, sensing her life over.  “I see failure,” the mirror retorts.  She dips her finger to find an icy portrait bound by time.

“Still try dear friend,” a small voice quivers. “Find a piece of you to push through the depressed madness, the canned identity.” 

Self-doubt relationships play in reality and fantasy.  Ego stands disappointed by self-defeat, a desire to evaporate. Is anyone alive? 

(6/26/2017)

Posted in Musings

March 2, 2017

Found someone, who does the same, writes a (daily) letter to the world. I hope he doesn’t mind. 

Do you (he) understand? I mean not to take the sun from your (his) mind but i need a piece to shine on me. Just a sliver through the trees.

just a girl (in the world)

3/2/2017

The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day.

—David Foster Wallace