The stakes get higher and higher with each crazy idea I pull out of the compost. All that fertilizer is bound to make an impact one of these days. Close, ever so close, to finding out which happy ending goes where. I've definitely lost my patience with second guesses and third strikes. The time is…

  Change wants to shake loose. Free fall without a cushion.Bluster overblown.

  strip itstrip it edie tears at invisible insidesand in the hole left behindresidesthe cake she never getseven when she askspolitely skip itskip ithassles not worth tripping overshort setout of breathadd a layer to the sadnessso the song rings truefor someone but not for steel edieand her hard luck exteriorand her overflowing emptinessand her heart…

  There's no getting rid of the gasoline smell. wash rinse & dry store somewhere out of sight Maeve collects containers/receptacles. Deeds done/waiting to be carried out are kept in jars-bags-boxes-barrels. There are so many specimens/samples to catalogue/record. There's no keeping blood off busy hands.

In my veins ink flows. No traces of black & blue to tarnish my armor. Keep words in a cool, dry place until they are needed.  

The past can be quicksand. It can be a warm, soft bed, too, that refuses to kick you out. Overstay your welcome and the quicksand sucks you in. Swallows you whole. Grab the chain that dangles above your disappearing head. Each link in the chain is a mismanaged moment. One of countless reasons why you…

These are quiet days. A reflective, contemplative vibe presides over thought and action. There is a lot to soak in as another 12-month cycle speeds by. Each accomplishment pushes the boundary of what a dream is supposed to be. Intent and execution matter. The prize, however, is not always identifiable. Rewards become burdens when we…

let's find success in the silence. what is there to prove besides the impossible? possessions talk but i don't listen. i let curiosity take over and follow the pull of what excites, frightens, challenges, balances. interests add up to form a protective bubble around tentative steps. vulnerable. invincible. the map is in my heart. roadblocks…

  a clear vantage pointtucked in among the clippingsturn on all the lights

A separation of head and shoulders has occurred. No more neck for me to stick out. I proceed with caution, though I've really got nothing to lose. My spirits are what I endeavor to keep up now that my chin's gone missing.