All the grace

  • no. matter. what.

    I copy the words that have struck me in my little journal. My tiny cursive letters mixed with tiny print ones. The tiny squares are satisfying to my eyes but I have to work hard to keep my letters in. I make them fit though, because I anticipate there is much from the pages that… Continue reading

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  • If i go back far enough

    I am from desert dust Antlions sat just beneath the surface Adobe, dirt floors and wood burning stove Trailer houses inside and outside of trailer parks Tall trees with fat limbs where my mama sat to read books and eat tomatoes from her mother’s garden Willows weeping, still as day Fast running water racing past… Continue reading

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  • i’m angry

    the morning sunlight sends the trees to the interior walls. dark shadows shaking in the breeze. the doorknob clicks too loudly, my tired hand pulling slowly the door to closed. i need sleep, but the still cool morning air and the thought of hot coffee in my favorite mug, a candle that this morning chose… Continue reading

  • Trauma is an unfinished business. That’s what Dr. Perry says.

    My past sometimes feels like clouds. Not the white, billowing kind but the dark, blankety ones. These hang oppressively above me, blocking out the sun and making me feel like taking a long nap. Of course, this is the kind of sky that no one can see. Not even me. They are the kind one… Continue reading

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  • Garden Beds 

    On a Sunday morning before the sun was too high and quite by accident I found myself working in the front garden bed. I was on my way to do something else. Whatever that was lost to the morning sun and my overgrown front garden bed. The front garden bed is a round one. Surrounded… Continue reading

  • Seasons

    Some many years back while I was taking a walk on a sunny day in southern New Mexico, I found myself surprised that although the sun was high and bright the air was cool and crisp. This is the first time that I remember delighting in the change of Season from Summer to Fall.  Since… Continue reading

  • in my tired head

    The hour that I lost today, and the work my brain has done over the past two days along with lack of sleep, are now ganging up on me. The light filling the room tells me it is later than I feel. I wake when I wake and I wish I hadn’t woken up but… Continue reading

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  • looking for beauty {Spring 2023}

    I have all the tools. Know the reasons it is hard for a certain youngsters heart to trust mine. I know why it is hard for my heart to care for theirs. I know it’s the brain doing it’s job. That important things may have been missed, that trauma leaves it’s marks like crevasses and… Continue reading

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  • remembering

    While I sifted through posts here earlier today, a place I rarely go now, I caught myself remembering things I didn’t say. I don’t think I was trying to not say things. I do remember I couldn’t catch my breath back when. I was reading words that I really did mean but there were definitely… Continue reading

  • Uncle

    I think of you I remember you The wrinkles on your face Laugh lines Crows feet Dark skin Stong thin fingers Your laugh Always your smile and your laugh I weep And there isn’t any confusion about you About the loss It is only good Only love you gave Mixed with mystery And only you… Continue reading

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