I opened my front door the other day. It was raining. Each drip looked as if it stung the cement landing quickly and bouncing sharply upward breaking into pieces. I stood there for awhile watching. I listened and I smelled. There was absolutely nothing unordinary or special, to make this memory stick. The air didn’t … Continue reading Talking to you…raindrops 4/30/20
Category: talking to you
Talking to you…Killdeer 3/8/20
I heard a Killdeer this afternoon. I saw a lady bug crawling on my windshield. The breeze huffed through the trees, then died down, and again. I stopped and looked up at the lady bug, once. She was still. I think she was holding on. Of course, she was a she. Duh. And now she’s … Continue reading Talking to you…Killdeer 3/8/20
Talking to you…2/29/20
PARTS AND PIECES Bosom My mom used to call her breasts, bosoms. So of course, I’ve been told I would toddle around the house calling out Buzi buzi buzi buzi When I was hungry. Not sure if this is something I recollect, Or just a memory placed. I’ve always thought it was a funny word. … Continue reading Talking to you…2/29/20
Talking to you…A real big mind fuck 1/30/20
I just realized, yeah that’s right, exactly right now. It’s not about what my mom wants anymore Actually, that should have stopped along time ago I have been trying to be the person I thought she wanted me to be My entire life. I wanted her to be proud I tried to live up to … Continue reading Talking to you…A real big mind fuck 1/30/20
Talking to you…1/15/20
PARTS AND PIECES Boggle As I remember, I was at the kitchen table with the boggle box in front of me. I lifted the lid as the suction held on and slowly released. I had it all set up in no time. My mom and I loved word games, we were going to play. As … Continue reading Talking to you…1/15/20
Talking to you…I Am no writer 1/10/20
I am no writer, but I write. I write and I write, I spill every morsel for something, for some reason, for someone. There is nothing that’s stopping me or making me continue. I’ve tapped into something that makes no sense. But still, I listen, and I do. At this point, organized thoughts bring me … Continue reading Talking to you…I Am no writer 1/10/20
Talking to you…1/8/20
PARTS AND PIECES Our Lake There was a small lake in our backyard. One we would swim in during the summer months. I remember my mom floating and falling asleep under the warm blanket of the sun once. I’m not sure what woke her, but that night she was red. Now that I’ve introduced you … Continue reading Talking to you…1/8/20
