Why do we kill dandelions? They're actually a food and a remedy. They're just a flower, but we call them a weed. They grow everywhere like crazy, but they get sprayed and pulled up. It's weird. It's like we pick the dumbest shit to fight the hardest and it makes no sense. Couldn't people just... Continue Reading →
A cup of coffee, the sun rises in waves. The colors resplendent, and here I am. Full of things I wish I was not. Memories and yesterdays I wish I forgot. Like the house of a hoarder, with a couple less cats. Except you can't see the hoarding, it's just tucked away. All the words... Continue Reading →
The strains, the stagnancy of stress The emphatic escalation of emotion I can’t express It’s like the illusion of ignorance During blissful smiles of self-inflicted duress Cacao is more of a yell than chocolatey goodness Where the cacophony of my mind won’t relent Until I spill words I don’t know like blood on pavement Like... Continue Reading →
A little boy sat next to his grandmother in their backyard, looking at the mountains all around them. “Grandmom, why are there mountains?” the little boy asked, his eyes wide and entranced in the way only children can see the world. He had removed the thumb he was sucking absentmindedly to ask his question. The... Continue Reading →
Talking about rape, abortion, adoptions - also the last 20 years of my life. Don't read it if you don't want to read about yucky stuff. Go anywhere else on my blog, there's plenty.
All our problems float in sapphire skies. We can see them all so clearly. But it's hard to see, really, when our eyes are closed - albeit temporar'ly. All our problems float in an ebony sea. Drowning in rip tides of duality. When only black and white can win, no one can hear the middle... Continue Reading →
I’m about to wrap up season 3 of my current Sons of Anarchy binge, and when I’m not Netflix’ing, I’m generally Mom’ing, which includes hours and hours of cleaning, cooking, and -ing ing. Anyway, when I’m not doing the whole parenting part of Mom’ing, I typically have Alan Watts going. There’s something beautiful about washing... Continue Reading →
What if I gave you a lock of my heart? Would you pull it around like it was string? Or tickle it to hear my laughter? Would you treasure it like pharaoh's gold Or be blind to the forevers in your hand? What if you carved that pound of flesh? Is there anything more to... Continue Reading →