Queue up Joni Mitchell's chorus before reading this poem, 🎵"Don't it always seem to go when you don't know what you got till it's gone."🎵 This poem was written sometime in 1996. All Alone Now that you're gone I'm all by myself I'm all alone I never had enough time To spend with you But… Continue reading A Poem #2
It’s probably a panic attack (it wasn’t) – Part 2
(Note: I am posting this on the one year anniversary of the initial event.) I made it through the first part of my journey, which was getting to the emergency room. At this point, I still don’t think anyone took me seriously. After checking in with the office, despite all my symptoms, I had to… Continue reading It’s probably a panic attack (it wasn’t) – Part 2
It’s probably a panic attack (it wasn’t)
Note: I greatly respect the medical field, but this part of my experience tells of my awful encounter trying to get medical assistance. This is a long essay, so I am going to break it into 2 or possiblely 3 parts. There are times in my life when I sense something is wrong. Like when… Continue reading It’s probably a panic attack (it wasn’t)
A Poem #1
So as of last week, I posted a year's worth of poems. I decided to start a new group this week. This poem was written around 1993. I tried to make hanging out in my basement with my cats sound poetic. 😺 This is from the era when I first started writing poetry seriously. Secret… Continue reading A Poem #1
🥚How did that end up in my eye?🥚
An eyelash in the eye is uncomfortable. Anything else is excruciating. I cannot fully explain the story of how I ended up with a pigeon’s egg in my eye, but I’ll try. It was a warm day, and I was riding my tricycle in the backyard. I was around 4 years old. My mother was… Continue reading 🥚How did that end up in my eye?🥚
A Poem – Week Fifty-Two
Counting this post, I have posted a year's worth of weekly poems. It has taken me over a year to do so, but life happens. I remember writing this poem while sitting outside watching a storm brew. I was written around 1993 or 1994. Storm Storm you are brewing The winds are getting stronger Blowing… Continue reading A Poem – Week Fifty-Two
A Poem – Week Fifty-One
'Here's a poem from July 13, 1997 about an imaginary jerk. Of Missing Person He's of missing person He's out of my life He says I can't control him Because I'm not his wife It's been almost a year Since he walked out the door When he shattered my heart When he said he doesn't… Continue reading A Poem – Week Fifty-One
A Poem – Week Fifty
This poem was written on July 18, 1997. It's about immaturity. I don't really remember why I wrote this, but it echoes some of the same thoughts reflected in my book, Asleep and Dreaming. Aging in the Land of the Young When do people grow up And move on with their lives? Even many years… Continue reading A Poem – Week Fifty
Flashback Friday – Getting my hair washed was a battle
My hair has always been very thick, except when I was a baby and had very little hair. I hated to have my hair washed because it seriously felt like my mother was trying to drown me in the sink. I would fight her the entire time and we both would end up drenched by… Continue reading Flashback Friday – Getting my hair washed was a battle
Dimples and Grins 