My Damn Powerless Hands

  It is hard when you don’t know where you are going. And where you have been, is fading fast for the ties that bind us – barely lie past the wounds we carry…   There has been loss there is loss there is more loss than anyone can ever imagine and though my heart…

As Children Cried, All the Way to the Gas Chamber

Back a few years ago, I was touched when someone shared an image of a memorial created by academic sculptor professor, named Marie Uchytilová.  The images of the memorial struck me and, as usual, the words spilled over.  I don’t have the rights to share the image here, but if anyone is interested, you can…

Building Walls, a poem

  You assumed I was not strong enough You assumed I laid bare my heart- And found unworthy, I’d slink my way Into the shadows Unseen Unknown Unheard of. Yet the traces Of my existence That you found so Bereft of meaning Barely scraped the surface. You knew not my tears, Nor their circumstance You…

Photography: Finding my way around the zoo (Post #1)

We recently went to the end of school picnic up in Pueblo.  Every year, they hold it at the zoo.  I still have not made my way around the zoo, even though it is rather small.  Each year I always end up spending time with the older two and speaking with their teachers.  Seeing as…

Lost, mid-sentence

  I wanted to write the words, but they lay heavy on my chest their sound a faint whisper in the grays of uncertain dialect. Sometimes, the silence soothes but often, it deepens the grooves of disconnect. I feel I feel the distance between the colors and their hues between the writer and the muse….

We Live in this Awkward Silence, a poem

  We live In this awkward silence We order food, We sometimes say hello, But rarely do we Bare our souls, unafraid. Why is it So hard to breathe? We have become accustomed To hiding our fears They are as comfortable As a warm blanket on our backs And the world fervently seeks The words…

HATE cares not the victim, a poem

  The other day, I saw hate Stare Into the eyes of a child. The child Had done nothing, Save be kind To their child To make Their child smile To make their child feel They were friends. You could not mistake The bulging veins On the forehead The angry eyes, And somehow, Thank goodness,…

With Friends Like These, a poem

      She did not Believe Their thin excuses The well-meant Courtesies Of “Hello darling! My, how we’ve missed you!” Yet never Was it an Opportune time To be cordial afterward. The words were flung In the silence Of passing moments When etiquette requires Something be spoken But obviously Never meant. After all these…

Photography: After the Rain (Post #2)

I sometimes think the artistry is more in the mistakes than in the intentioned actions of the artist.  It is not to say that I am an artist… but perhaps a more accurate word would be an active observer.  I bring along my camera in the hopes that something catches my eye.  The thing is……

Photography: After the Rain (Post #1)

A few days ago, we managed to get out to the gardens… well, half of our crew did.  I was so excited to get out there, but was sadly disappointed.  First of all, as we got nearer the gardens, the clouds grew dark and it started to rain.  Then came the thunder.  I figured we…

Skewed, a poem

    Nature desires Clear vision Open with wonder Awake And alive No determined lines No prescribed interpretation Intentionally aware. Yet along the passages Of experience, We learn To skew our view. Beauty is defined Delineated Proscribed All else fails To interest. Like ants Scurrying Toward a meal – We have no time To notice…

Portraits Poetry Series #76: Loving the Person I Want to Become

In case you haven’t been here before, I love writing prompts – whether a list of words, one word, or even an image. With these posts, I have written poems specifically about paintings and I hope, with my words, you see the scene just as visibly in your heart and mind as if you had…