My German is leaving. Last Tuesday I left for work just as the sun came streaking over the houses, slowly rolling away from my quiet little corner neighborhood where all seemed copasetic. Nine hours later I rolled back around, barely paying attention in my late afternoon, post work, haze until a bright new sign caught … More The German in the Gingerbread House
I walked into Home Depot armed with a coupon and an intention. My intention was to just buy sodium crystals for my fancy six-month-old water softener and a couple of paint supplies for my kitchen door. My pretty red door had cracked and flaked off in giant swaths during the midwinter freeze into some kind … More Showerhead Showdown
Today marks five years since the 30 hours it took to say goodbye to my paternal grandmother and 15 years since my maternal grandmother died suddenly on a Sunday morning. The cliché goes “time heals all wounds” but it’s just another trite thing we say when we have no words. Grief is not a bell … More 30 Hours + Five Years + Fifteen
Upside going down, outer edge of the spiral, Still some space to move before sides start to tighten. If only the choice were mine to make, up to air Or going down, sliding to where the spiral ends.
Facebook is airing television commercials in an attempt to woo back a jaded populace. They promise to get back to connecting and not dividing, promise to be more careful with our data. They are standing on our doorsteps with a bouquet of wilting daisies and an I’m sorry, please don’t leave me sulk. I broke … More The Easiest Breakup: Reflections on my Two Year Break-a-versery
I had never dated a carrot top until my excursion with the Ginger Viking awhile back but somehow in the first half of 2017 I morphed into the proverbial flame for the red-headed OKC moth. There must have been a bit of an accelerate on the ignition because I flickered bright enough to spend the … More Ginger Snaps Part One: Mix in the Brown Sugar and Spices
I replaced your picture today, My Friend, A culling from the shelf, Amputating you from amongst The mementos and dusty bric-a-brac. I couldn’t take it any longer, My Friend, Your smile in my line of sight, Taunting me daily with a Whiff of salt air and thirty years of whispered echoes. … More Relinquish
If I fell In the shower and Landed on my head, Who would find me Naked, Pruned, And unconscious? Or worse? These are the thoughts you have, Living alone, When you fall In the shower and Land on your ass. Luckily, It’s padded.
She walks in with slight bite of lip, betrayal of boldness carefully cultivated, cover blown on sight. Maybe it’s just the mead talking to me tonight, but my recent foray into the nonet sparked a renewed interest in poetry and form in my life. Thus, a trip into the shadorma. It … More Veneer
Crinkly laugh lines and a phone number; Sweet taste of maybes and what ifs Turned sour, an acid truth You live with another, Rendering you just One more passing Flirtation To Let Go. Dear Loyal Readers, I was right that a haiku might be not enough, but the result of meeting the … More Beware Plumbers Brandishing Compliments