Even the youngest brother became an old man, his spine concave, ill-fitting gray trousers cinched with a worn brown belt above his hepatitis-distended belly, gray stubble on his poorly-shaved cheeks and neck, his crowded and yellow teeth host to the remains of breakfast.
Archive for the ‘Emotions/Inner World’ Category
Radiant
Posted in Healing, Hummingbirds, Romance, Youth on July 25, 2015 | Leave a Comment »
A hummingbird of a girl – iridescent and flittering fueled by youth and hope and that which buzzes alive in those lucky enough to fly dive hover dart in search of the 1000 flowers’ nectar to be lapped up in a day.
Unveiled
Posted in Death/Loss/Grief, Fathers, Love, Poetry, Relationships, Seasons on July 12, 2015 | Leave a Comment »
I come to life when color begins to leave the leaves when the stain of amber and gold and burnt sienna seeps into the once verdant green and school-bus yellow ushering in the rich and glorious palette of decay and death.
La Petite Mort
Posted in Death/Loss/Grief, Fathers, Mortality, Sexuality, Spirituality on July 4, 2015 | 1 Comment »
Succumbing to the smoothest of fingers, I die. A little death, a divine death, releasing just enough of me into the plain where souls meet and dance, leaving just enough of me to remember that in order to live again everything must die.
What the heart does
Posted in Falling in Love, Love, Relationships on June 1, 2015 | Leave a Comment »
The first time I fell in love after living with a love grown cold, I remembered: we don’t love with our hearts.