We've all been given a box of colors. I remember that huge jumbo set, the one that had every shade under the sun, moon and stars. One day I remember trying to eat the Mango Tango, yes and again on another day lighting the Carnation Pink on fire.... I remember that day...
new thoughts swim upstreamshiny salmon leaping upsurprises airborne preposterous hopebursts through thunderous knowing,arcs over reason all at stake, glimpsessky, rocks, the world, us watchingplunges out of sight Deb B
Remember your ease in the woods. Surrounded by big sister trees.Embraced by winds that whisper “Listen. See. Breathe…”Pine needle campfire you taste with your nose and a momentary whiff of syringa. The place that is no place. No street signs, no traffic, no...
So…I am supposed to begin this journey with a very godly description…"I am."Oh…I am so much more aware of all that I am not!Whoa!!! I am to define and recognize and actually like and reveal the "I am?"Maybe….I am unable.My teddy bear has been lost and stolen and...
Trigger Warning: This poem is a description of the disturbing reality of domestic violence as experienced by me around the age of six. If you are not in a good place to read such material, please stop here. I have no desire to retraumatize anyone.
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