Month: February 2018

More than a Bloody Moon

Dad is slumped over on me now; half of his weight is on my right side, my right arm under his. I walk him to his side of the bed hoping Mother won’t wake up and see how drunk he is, see the blood I didn’t get…

Ah, Those Mentors Who Have Not Been Touched by the Absolute

I decided to look up one of my favorite words along with my favorite poet. Here’s what I got: What? Emily Dickinson hasn’t posted anything within 14 days?? And then I thought of how we rekindle our own imaginations – through the eyes of…

Shepherding a Herd of Bullheads

Let us congregate together to reach a common goal of liberty and justice to make the people whole.   Secure the budding children the elderly and homeless the rejected and the lonely will no longer be an onus.   How hard is it to…

Curiosity DID NOT Kill the Cat

You know what DID kill the cat? Fear. Fear encrusted the cat like a toxic blanket. Because of this, the cat, stuck high up in a tree, could not come down. He was paralyzed and not curious enough to see what would happen if…

When Numbers Play Hopscotch

Although my body has never been flexible (can’t blame age for that one) I like to think I’m flexible in my thinking. But not always. My opinions on important matters have remained constant – my position on gun safety, on child advocacy, on human…

Let’s get with it, America! Think again about these killing machines!

via “Fuck you, I like guns.”

No Birthday Without Her

Scooter and me walk to the swimming hole. He’s playing the blues harp, but even his sour notes don’t distract me from thinking about my birthday. Without Mama, it wouldn’t be a birthday anyway. It would be a few friends, a cake and presents…

When You’re Hit Between the Eyes

I grabbed my little sister’s button nose and held out my hand to show her my thumb tucked between my two fingers. “Cono, I’ve done told ya I was too big fer that!” Delma yelled and stomped her little feet in the dirt. Instead of kicking…

Who’s Who?

I sit on the end of the bench away from you I don’t need your lecture about what to wear what friends to choose how to sit properly how to conduct myself in public. I am fine the way I am, thank you. Besides,…

Make it Your Goal

If out of nowhere you smell chicken soup do you conjure up the memory of someone trying to make you feel better? If you lay on the grass, do you see your childhood friends beside you, giggling as a puppy licks your toes? If…