Friday, May 5, 2017


I cried on my yoga mat this morning
All the love I've lost
My family
My home
Bridges I've burned
People I've hurt
Those who hurt me
And I realize
As if under water
My thinking is swimming
In a vast ocean of blue
That you
Reflect what I can't see
A mirror image 
Of all that is missing in me

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Ode to feeling bloated in the bath

Oh, chocolate covered potato chips
you naughty devil
you delightful coupling
of salty and sweet
firm and crisp yet creamy and smooth
you make my knees weak
but I can't help noticing
the way you make me feel
deep inside.

Friday, February 24, 2017

Mira Mar

Sometimes a memory will just unhinge me.  

For some reason I just thought about the name my Mom gave our homestead,

MiraMar Farm,

Means "Look at the Sea"

A reminder to look for the beauty, even when it seems distant.

Now lost entirely 

To someone else's memory.

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Honest to a fault

My honesty compels me to tell
The rest of the story
The dirty laundry
That only the child of a hopeless
Alcoholic anonymously can know
How I felt ashamed
To my very core
Guilt like a pair of concrete boots
Dragging me down 
To the bottom
Rock bottom
I met you there 
And I wept
While you slept
On the floor
Cigarette still in hand
Like a little flare
A cry for help
In that big empty old house
Now nothing more than a memory
That haunts me still 
No matter how far I run

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Your girl

Feeling small
Excited anticipation
Heart beating faster
Coming closer
Touching my face
I submit
All yours

Monday, May 16, 2016


A faculty member forgot her keys on the counter of the bookstore, which prompted me to peek up there to see if I could find them.  Not just the keys, but also a big green cucumber lay on the counter as though on display.  Only problem was, we don't sell cucumbers.  In perhaps a moment of less than better judgement, I asked the professor if this was also her cucumber.  She laughed all the way out of the store.  A moment later I was approaching a young woman browsing cosmetics and found myself asking her (again probably not my best judgement) if this was her cucumber.  She said yes, the lady at the salon next door had given it to her for some reason and she was excited to get it home and eat it.  That was the final straw.  My professional facade cracked and I laughed out loud, right in her face.  I couldn't make this stuff up.  

Wednesday, May 11, 2016


Stressed and exhausted
Dazed and confused 
Weak and accepting
Fearful and bruised

Rusty and tattered
Restless and used
Beautifully broken
Yesterday's news

Wanting and needing
Hoping and pleading
Loving and living 
Sharing and giving 

Learning and knowing
Ebbing and flowing 
Breathing and slowing
Growing, just growing