Gravitation pull.
Mid life,the beginning and ending of death.
Where does it begin?
Where does it end?
Is it in the homestretch?
Or is it just around the bend?
Bags packed
Destination Unknown
A round trip
Where it ends, nobody knows
Your love ones kiss you goodbye
Holding back the tears of pain,the laughing years subside.
A ticket once held in your hand,now enclosed around your toe.
A late arrival or an unexpected storm approaching.
Who really knows.
In Between the Margins
The tent stakes leave small wounds
in the earth. Perfect circles
that will grass over by spring,
erasing the fact that you were here.
That you arranged your few books
in a line like soldiers.
That you saved bread crusts
for the seagulls who never came.
The city breathes you out
like fumes
dissolving in the wind.
So you walk—
Santa Monica to Venice to—
the horizon offers no promises,
only the illusion of forward motion.
You are walking away from home.
You are walking toward home.
You are home
walking with itself
on its back.
Believe it or not
Believe it or not
Next month I will be sixty.
It was a long journey and I'm only half way there. I plan to live to see 100 with God's will. But your body never agrees with your time period. I look young but move old. Every bone in my body hurts sometimes. I was born with arthritis and it took its time to spread to every joint. But I'm still here and God is Good. So I am proud to be turning sixty on the 28th of August. I didn't hit menopause until I was 55. My menstrual wasn't going to ever stop. Finally they did. Hot and cold flashes come and go. Although I have several books published, several certifications and a degree, I still did not get the finance I need to survive so the challenge remains in place.
Fistchallenge4kids is a non profit for me but is so fun and mind settling for me to know that I helped someone else. So turning sixty is only an age I can be proud to say is my birthday next month.
Always the Caboose
subway is a series
of sandwiches
now
to be had
on the go
or seated
in rows
sedately
they're offering
a free drink
to each
but sh*t
I forgot to ask
and the paper
clip is a coupon
of the past
like a bindle
lost in the lot
of all these
side by side
drive through
windows
grey brown hazel
that pass
without second
glance...
with so many rails
to run, and jump
07.21.2025
Tennessee Williams challenge @Mariah
Time to Go
Everyone seems to know where they are going. Yet everyone seems to feel left behind. School, A career. I don't think it matters.
Highlights of their life posted in a sea of people who have done the same,
There's no original experiences, what a shame.
But sometimes your feet act with a mind of their own,
they see two directions and decide both are the way to go.
They split you down the middle, head to toe,
Torn apart now, where do you go.
They still take you somewhere,
where? you'd never know.
They'd stow you away, no destination in sight,
just a feeling that it's time to go.
Life is different for everyone.
We all know that don't we.
So when do we know it's time to depart when there's no place to go?
If there is no original experience how is everyone still so lost.
Your feet carry you with a dream your mind made up.
Are you schizo?
Was it your heart that told you so?
It's time to go. Time to go.
Are you departing and starting anew or are you running from your problems because you are afraid for the blood in your veins to pop and start to spew.
Is that blood or is it dust.
There was once I thought I knew,
turn left, then right, that's where I'm departing to and the time is now.
The future is now so how am I back where I started.
Turning left then right doesn't make a circle does it.
Unless I turned right when I should've left.
So I left again but nothing felt right.
I think I'm going in circles now.
Where was I supposed to depart to?
Highlights of their life posted in a sea of people who have done the same,
There's no original experiences, what a shame.
That's why you feel lost, you are comparing your normal day to day to someone's highest point.
The place they went isn't a certain for you to go to.
That's their life, that's their path, that's their time.
Now, it's time for you to go, too.
There might not be a certain place,
but what is considered certain at all.
Who is certain at all.
When is your departure time?
I think mine is coming soon.