Temporal Tryst
Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero, meaning “seize the day while trusting as little as possible on what tomorrow might bring”. Tomorrow In a daytime dream, the kind of interlude I once slipped into and…
Perhaps his name is Three Dollar Bill
The Emissary To the man on Pleasant Street You pace the same stretch of sidewalk every morning, purposefully, in one direction, then turning abruptly to traverse the same piece of asphalt back to an invisible…
MelindaJune 22, 2019
Hearing the Ocean in a Tea Cup ( again)
The Sea, the Sea I met the Pacific in 1982, she in her blue-green majesty, and I, in perpetual denim, my words untested and eyes not yet jaded. For twelve months, hundreds of days, I…
MelindaJune 3, 2019
Hmmm. I thought I put me down right there
Here is Where All day the wind blew the trees against the house, and my old ears heard the hearty breeze as a roaring river, the kind that swells in spring, the kind that swallows…
MelindaMay 9, 2019
Dear Future Roadmaker
It's still April, still Autism Awareness month. I'm thinking, as I so often do, of all the people I have met on my journey of raising a daughter with special needs. There have been some…
MelindaApril 15, 2019
Inch by Inch
Dear small band of loyal readers, I'm pleased to share that my poem, Reset, has placed second in the Light of the Stars poetry contest sponsored by Lone Stars magazine, and appears in the Spring 2019…
MelindaApril 9, 2019
Our small eyes
Perchance Perhaps nothing begins or ends, not exactly. The field mouse knows the tall grass to be her world. We say morning comes, and yet it is always somewhere, just not in the very front…
MelindaMarch 11, 2019
To Sleep, Perchance to Wake and See the Stars
Bink does not sleep solidly through the night, ever. When she was younger it was especially challenging, because she'd wake up and need me to be right there with her, and she'd often be up…
MelindaFebruary 18, 2019