Let’s be honest.
Because there is no use, really, is there?
In anything else.
This, I feel, increasingly, as I get older.
The man in the pool agrees.
“After thirty years of busting my ass working…”
I joke with him: “Yes, those strategies grow thin over time;
they cease to deliver.”
We laugh.
The price of dishonesty grows. Continue reading “Honesty”
Feel the outrage.
Breath into its force and sense its power.
Where there is hatred, let it unfurl through every drop-dead gorgeous cell in your body.
Feel the love embedded
in the dark,
pure heart of it.
When it finds your feet,
walk to the polls.
You. Me.
An Army of Lovers.
If I could
I would stretch this moment out
leaving all the nagging details of my in-box
at the outer ridge of my awareness.
Continue reading “At The In-Box”
“Walk tall,” were her words,
“rise above it!”
I can feel her pride like a crisp slice of watermelon,
cold and sharply cut.
She loved feeding us watermelon.
Laughing at our sticky faces,
our cheeks turning mealy red,
spitting out pits between giggles.
Walk tall -spit-walk tall -spit-you’re better than this-spit.
Continue reading “Watermelons”
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