She followed me into my room, that shadow of doubt, an evil Peter Pan with whom I wrestled to lose. I did not want this one stit...

The lavendar blooms on the tree in my yard know the secret of life. They have fought, just as we do, for their place in the sun and gr...

Dear you, We were destined to meet this way. Randomness is sometimes the vehicle of fate. I was told to tell you that it will get better...

We shared a bed and a life together. But you had second thoughts. PAD #21 - second thoughts

In the end the trails of crumbs or tears or what ever it is that we leave behind us is really what matters PAD #16 - big picture/sh...

The faded photo in Mother's hallway reminds me of you. Our bellies are full and our cheeks are round (we were unembarassed by this...

Grandma swore a whole lot. Mom and Dad did not. She smoked and cussed and the Little Me feared her fierce, loud love. She would offer ...

It's so much simpler to see ourselves in others' eyes than our own. PAD #15 - profile poem

Between your legs Between the sheets Between you and your girlboygod PAD #14 - "ain't none of my business" poem

I napped next to you when I was young and again when I was grown, nestled next to the withered woman who once changed my diapers and ...