LexPoMo 13

Inner Dialogue

My brain won’t shut off
ideas always swirling
though, I know the truth
the truth of it all

there are only two of you, I say
only two, shuffling around
bumping into walls
firing off neurons

so if there’s only two
how do you make so much racket
in there, at all hours of the night
hellbent on keeping me awake

all you can do is point fingers
at each other
and blame me, because the sheep
are keeping you awake

Not Today

From the moment we met her
she was larger than life
long lost Amazon sister
with a smile that could blind the sun

you lived your life
fierce as fuck
in love, in work, in play
you didn’t seem to know any strangers

we didn’t lose you today
not today
Valhalla isn’t ready for you
so you’re on guardian angel patrol

watching over us now
till we’re all together again
and when we are
we’ll raze Hell

LexPoMo 9

lives in piles of papers
receipts, photos, postcards
one typed, found
old typewriter, brought it home

wonder what was spoken
at the dinner table
graduation, wedding, birth
christening, death

an old grave
covered in flowers
couldn’t bring it home
didn’t feel right

music book, report cards,
bronzed baby shoes,
clothing, they all spoke loudly
postcards, some stamps, came home

LexPoMo 7

To the Moon and Back

To me, family has always been
who you made it. It didn’t matter
if they were blood or marriage,
kindred spirit or tribe.

Family to me,
has always been the ones
who I held space for in my lives,
who held space back.

The ones you could not see
for a zillion years,
who pick right back up with you,
no beats missed.

Every day I’m grateful,
my Star and True North by my side,
old friends and newer ones around me,
but mostly, God stringing us all together.

LexPoMo 6

Coming Home

never forgotten
old friend
too long, welcome back
for the better

life hasn’t always been kind
but it’s good to hear
some things don’t change
in the sound of your voice

future plans
life renewed
it’s nice to have you
back on the same path

long goodbyes
now long hellos
little piece of my family
coming home

LexPoMo 5

archaic to modern
wordplay
traveling through time
Roman dead guy

home to quiet calm
thought, thinking
develop from changes
work to do

dreams of readings
dreams of signings
one step closer
lightning jarred

archaic to modern
wordsmith
she’s closing in
he’s waiting ahead

LexPoMo 4

A Language of Our Own

sushi and shopping
pushing through
food coma
organize for sanity

plastic purge
build a home
wellness
takes care

assemble
extra parts
feeling better
all ready

a good start
time soon to go
tired setting in
hermit melons proof

LexPoMo 1

On Having an Intimate Relationship with my Paper Shredder

my Jabberwock
cold, black, hollow inside
I named it, it only seemed right
so much time spent together

whiiirrr vvrap vvrap whiiirrr
the refuse of my daily life
neatly and viciously handled
food for the otherwise silent

whiiirrr whiiirrr vvrap vvrap
one sheet, two sheet, plastic card
I’ve been pre-approved
enough to cover the national debt 

released from cardboard confinement
its reward for steel teeth
my bubble wrap desire
to shred the world

Moments of sanity

I do believe that things happen for a reason though so, when my daughter wanted to paint something for her father yesterday, there was no surprise when I accidentally pulled out two small canvases instead of one. That was all the incentive I needed.

I have not had time for much more than doodling lately and my sanity from day-to-day is, typically, directly related to whether or not I get moments of creativity. I have been wanting to sit down and make something for weeks now and doodling wasn’t cutting it. I needed to dig into something, get paint on my fingers, a brush and pen in my hand, make a mess.

This year, I have had to do a big push for freelance work. Aside from college, homeschooling, household obligations (that tend to get put on the “do later” list), making food and…what am I forgetting, oh yea…sleeping, I haven’t had time to delve into anything. I have stolen moments here and there to write, much easier than dragging out all my paints, but it isn’t the same.

I was sent several small, 5×7 inch canvases in a thank you package from a friend recently. The package itself has taken up semi-permanent residence on the edge of my desk as I’ve yet to sort through it and put everything away. This week, in between work, school, and everything else, I will be completely reorganizing the largest room of our house; three computers and desks on one end, kitchen on the other, art studio/catchall in the middle. It is my hope to move our writer’s meetings here again as it is much more conducive to conversation, we can do and say what we want, and the kitchen is right there.

For now, I steal snippets of sometimes life-saving time to make memories with my daughter.

We laid newspaper out on the dining room table (the dining “room” being part of the aforementioned space) and pulled a few paints, a couple of brushes and palettes. Half an hour later I was refreshed and feeling human again…at least for another week.