Monday, September 28, 2020

Chasing the Moon

 The alfalfa’s been cut,
winter rye is coming soon;
Time keeps pace with the seasons,
And I’m out here just chasing the moon.

Saturday, August 22, 2020

A New Season of Life

It's called

I do what I want.

Retirement, BaeBae!

Thursday, August 20, 2020

Monday, July 6, 2020

Alive Again

I am that Rottweiler Bitch

Whose litter of puppies died

And I will find nine replacements, 

Be it a fuzzy slipper,

A stuffed animal

Or an abandoned baby squirrel 

And I will nurse it back to life

Because every single morning 

I wake up


Some may want me to carry 

The flame of eternal love,

An idealistic image of romance,

But let me tell you 

There is no romance in an empty bed,

No comfort in placing ones head

On an imaginary chest

Because every single night

I went to bed


Here in this little room

I can see what remains of my life;

I have held it in my hands

And watched it slip away

While I grieved what I had lost.

Lost no longer,

I have been found.

Broken and broken have come together

And for the first time in years

I sleep sound. 

Sunday, June 28, 2020

The Grave Robber

Who are you, he once asked.

For fear I’d scare him off,

I did not reply.

I’m your Spirit Animal, Baby.

I’m here to dirty dance you,

Romance you,

To breathe new life into you.

Take that foot out of the coffin

And claw your way back to the living

Cuz it ain’t your time to die.

I’m a night walker,

I’m a grave robber

Digging up the living dead

From where I used to dwell.

I’m gonna rattle your bones,

Linger on the humerus,

And shake the dust off your thighs.

And if you survive the resurrection,

We’re gonna coast, Baby, 

Cuz the grim reaper owes us that.

Who are you, he once asked,

And I demurely smiled.


Tuesday, June 23, 2020

Becoming Mighty

On second thought ...


Wednesday, January 1, 2020

24 Seasons of Winter

With one dance, one glance,
one kiss,
24 Seasons of Winter
melted away
The Great Thaw.

Wednesday, December 18, 2019

The Healing

He pressed his body
inside mine
like a preacher
at an old-time, big tent revival
and commanded,
"Be Healed".

Monday, October 21, 2019

The Story

Play me like a guitar
as I read you with my hands
 the way a blind man
reads a book 
written in Braille,
lingering on every word
until I know 
every page
by heart.
The type of book 
where the reader
slowly falls in love
with the main character
and sweetly thinks about him
long after the story ends.

Monday, October 7, 2019

Déjà vu

"Did I know you in a previous life?" he asked.
I replied through a side glance 
and a crooked smile,
"Yes. We were Vikings together,
sailing the stormy seas
way back in the year of
one thousand sixty three".

Waves were not alone
pounding against the stern.
Beneath the dragon-head prow
he would keep me warm.
And on nights the ocean was quiet,
under the sails, 
we made our own storm.

That was last I saw him,
tangled limbs and hair,
a thousand years ago
wrapped in seal skins
without a care.

Until that night he grabbed my hand
and pulled me out to dance.
In shyness and confusion
I could barely give him a glance.

Though my eyes may have deceived me,
in a moment of Déjà vu,
once within his arms
my body said,
"Oh. It's YOU."