Woodsy Escape ( rewrite of Bones)

I taste the air of times past
as she walks and I ride
toward the tar covered trail
lined of birch and pine.

A distant hum echoes
softly in the breeze….

Bones

I taste the air of times past as she walks and I ride toward the tar covered trail lined of birch and pine. A distant hum echoes softly in the breeze as I tell her a story a memory of another time walking with Willow on my back and a leash in both hands a…

Warrior

A midst the troubles of loss and the hell’s of pain I gained the art of crafting a path for my stumbled steps unlocking the woman I am to face the disease I’ve ignored. I began by molding mistakes into steps and lessons learned into stones building blocks I laid outside my back door. Forming…

Modesty & Humor

The Open Fly In a bathroom cubicle 3 x 4 all fumbled in fury, I question the modesty of the open fly. As shadows dance along the walls, a cat listens from one side and a button sounds innocent enough, right. Especially, next to the integrity of the strangers eyes peering from beneath their brows,…

Two poems from Stumbled & Standing

These two are from my newly published book, “Stumbled & Standing- from Diagnosis to Acceptance: A Woman’s Journey with Multiple Sclerosis” There is a link on the side for a preview.  🙂 Am I Drunk I look in your face stumbling from the car purposely forgetting my cane. Unmistakable instant judgment is scribbled across your starring glare…