Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
My mother sits beside me as I write. She is comfortably ensconced in a beautiful wooden box; ashes are all that remain of her mortal body. Yet, I cannot bring myself to dispose of these shards of bone and heaps of grey dust. They were once… Continue Reading “My Mother’s Ashes”
I am meditating in the garden. I hear a fluttering near me and open my eyes. There, beside me, is a large black crow staring, cocking his head, peering at me curiously. He speaks. “What are you doing?” “I am meditating, what are you doing?”… Continue Reading “The Crow and I”
Grief is a Tricky Thing When you least expect it There it is rearing its ugly head Reminding you of the dead. Draining you of your life Laughing at your strife. But when it is gone A seed is planted watered with your tears… Continue Reading “Grief”
My Aunt Wanda was watching us that day. I am not sure why. Momma was either out looking for a job or working at the restaurant where she was a waitress from time to time. I loved my Aunt Wanda. I was actually named after her; she was… Continue Reading “Wanda Lee, Linda Lee & The Willow Switch”
“It is easier to build strong children than repair broken men.”- Frederick Douglass The minute he enters a room, the very air changes. Laughter and light-hearted banter halt. The atmosphere is murky and the faint smell of doom permeates every nook and cranny. He… Continue Reading “Broken Man”
“Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose Nothing, I mean nothing honey if it ain’t free, no no Yeah feeling good was easy Lord when he sang the blues You know feeling good was good enough for me Good enough for me… Continue Reading “The Heart Thief”
My grandma Helen died of cancer at the age of 62- the age I am now. I was 9 at the time. I attended the funeral, but I didn’t understand. Who understands the finality of death at 9? As a result, I didn’t get… Continue Reading “Possum on the Porch”
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