the diddler

I diddle away here when maybe I should be washing the dishes vacuuming the floor going for a walk in the false spring fighting for a cause helping the poor letting God see i'm paying my debt even though he knows it's just appeasement somewhere in the Bible there's a story about a rich man … Continue reading the diddler

Hand in hand

we, both of us awake from the blessed sleep after death's embrace the fluids of Heaven's womb drain from our eyes and ears we lie we look our breath upon each other a perfume we hear, in gentleness, a sighing soothing cacophony we smell grass, fresh after a rain we stand, with lightness of mind … Continue reading Hand in hand


somethin' dirty somethin' bad somethin' insidious bought with the coin of weakness is losin' its grip on little old me ah, I can feel it tentacle by tentacle prong by prong sinew by snapping sinew is it gonna go quietly? not a chance. it bellows and hollers in my dreams. but I analyze those cries, … Continue reading rebirth

Hey Joe

hey Joe better take that shower this morning, huh? people are gonna see you today. careful, don't move too quickly in there you'll make your old head spin and after all, those are glass doors. hey, how come that shave didn't hurt this morning as it did yesterday? same blade, same hot water, same shavin' … Continue reading Hey Joe

The Story of My Tree

What a beautiful piece.

Nothing Gold Can Stay

I know what you must think
When you see my barren limbs.
You see an old tree that looks dry and wasted.
It’s true that my leaves had fallen, seemingly, never to return
And the bloom of my youth is a fuzzy dream that
Floats on the edges of memory.

Aw, but you are wrong! I am far from dead!
And I’m not just any tree, I was chosen for a special purpose!
I know that somewhere out there I have not been forgotten.
So sit awhile with me and if you listen,
With more than ears, I will tell you a story.
I will tell you about my girl.

I remember it was a bright spring morning,
And my friends, the birds, were just stirring from my branches.
When, suddenly, they leapt to the air in a flurry of fright
As a man climbed onto one of my great…

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Vent Ahead, Read With Caution

One woman’s point of view on the guns in school question…..


Poetry, journals, vents, and musings of a distracted woman

I went into teaching because I am relatively non-confrontational.  Now, talk to my brother and he’ll tell  you that I started everything when we were children.  That’s probably correct.  I can’t remember.  Doesn’t matter.  I’m not a kid anymore.

I’m an almost 46 year-old woman with two biological children and at least a hundred adopted.  I believe in compassion and goodness.  I believe in random acts of kindness.  I believe in saying my mind when I see something or someone beautiful.  I know that this might be weird.  But if I see a beautiful person, I am going to say something.  We live in a world saturated with unkindess, or at least we could.  But not on my watch.  Not in my corner.

I just finished teaching the Holocaust.  I made a point of talking about people who chose compassion and goodness over atrocity and evil.  My biggest regret right…

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