Care

Second Thoughts Up all night watching election coverage, having second thoughts about caring. Yesterday I voted proudly. I was excited, hoping for a better future. But this is what happens when you lose, you have to ask, “Is it worth caring?” It’s a kind of armor or a shield. To say, “I don’t care,” or…

Why Paint?

Paint Fly with me to a prehistoric time not in the fertile crescent but to the northern clime Where survival hangs by a single thread to make it throuth the winter long to survive the lonely months   People need more than meat and fire through the coldest times, hope is essential one must nourish…

Goodbye Mom

Stubborn The swollen fingers were cool and lifeless, gently as I could I slipped my hand in an gave a little squeeze. Earlier in the morning I had gotten three or four good squeezes back, as I talked her through the ultrasound of her heart, now as massaged them their was only a softness without…

Blue Sky

Sky The more doors seem to shut against me, the more I appreciate that, writing is my blue sky. This is where I fly.   It is easy to feel trapped, when you devote yourself to others. Invisible chains hold you fast to home to care for those in need, but still your spirit cries to…

Dancing With Skeletons

Closet Last week I opened my closet and found an old forgotten suitcase, opening it a little disaster hit me in my face. Like opening any forgotten object left to rust, at first it was hard to breath through the smell of dust. It’s strange how such things, closets and suitcases, open and close with…

Writing Lost and Found Again

Learning Style I remember what I learn if I write it down in my own style in my own words that’s how I learn. I don’t like groups, socializing is its own struggle. Just me, the pencil, the blank notebook, a small hand held pencil sharpener and the source from which to learn. Writing to…