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Tag: Poetry
Happiness
Happiness the fleeting wish It cannot stay Will not desist All keep searching for the place Where happiness lives Negative feelings unwind We wish we may We wish we might We wish that wishes As real as twilight Old and gray nothing more than mist Live to die We play the game Searching searching for…
Berry Tree Days
I thought of you yesterday. There were berries. Wild berries. I thought of us eating the berries and climbing the trees. I thought of us going through the woods. The way that we would fight over who would get to climb which tree. The way that I would miss you when we would fight. I…
It Stops Here!
This piece was written at a Gotham writer’s workshop in NYC. It explores the way that obsessions cause the heart to feel lost, afraid, and hopefully fed up. “She always said what she loved most about having children was their unconditional love.”
His Yellow Shirt
This is a spoken word/poetic story that was also performed at The Moth in L.A. on Valentine’s Day in 2017. This writing expresses the depths of my feelings towards divorce and along with that my questioning religion. “He was wearing that yellow shirt. His eyes sparkled.”
Memory
“I don’t want to let the memories go.” “But you were never made to live in a memory.”
Invite me to the wedding?
Dear Dear One, The smell of grass. It doesn’t remind me of you anymore. I noticed yesterday. The wind blew. Newly cut grass thrown in the breeze. I caught it. It struck me later in such a way that left me sad. The image of a man came to me. He stood under a fiery…
