Nighttime Haunts the Muscles

Don’t store the detritus in your body. It will mire down your feet.

Do You Want To Know Why I Won’t Let You Get Close? Circa 2005

I spent the last couple of evenings sifting through CDs of writing going back almost 15 years. This poem was written in 2005. It really took me back to the cusp of my pain. In those days when I felt deeply haunted, poetry was my soul's literary life saver. Do You Want To Know Why … Continue reading Do You Want To Know Why I Won’t Let You Get Close? Circa 2005

For the Motherless Child

But who celebrates the Motherless child? Who remembers the Grieving sibling Whose life was missing Love and comfort Or the children Riddled with the loss Of she who bore them? Who loves the Worn down souls Unable to open Computer tops For fear of seeing Everyone else's joy As they Sit alone. We are conditioned … Continue reading For the Motherless Child