The Widower

You say poetry has left you
Slipped out the back door
While you were drinking Kool-Aid
Filling out your 1040
As you bemoan your widowhood
There’s a meter in your breathing
-Even the way your head tilts
Like a lilting sunflower,
Craning toward sustenance-
Is little bits of poetry
What is poetry
But perception
A perspective into the minutia of the mundane
The very ability to see beauty
You [...]

The first hill

There’s about a month left before I move to Maryland and start something new.  It still hasn’t hit me that I’ll be going.  Everything feels unknown and that should be exciting.  Instead, I feel nervous.  I feel like the clicking sound of a rollercoaster pulled up the first hill.  My brother has been hospitalized again [...]

A Return to the Writing Fold

Things have been quiet on the blog front.  I thought I’d give everyone an update on what I’m up to.  I just got back from Maryland this weekend after looking for housing.  It looks like I’ll be staying with a guy named Darren that lives in a house about 20 minutes from the university.  He [...]