I wrote this poem for a friend who was feeling sad, and lonely. Life and work can create stress, and frustration as we all work for our survival. Her favorite flowers are Calla Lillies, so I took that fact and married it with Quantum Entanglement (Google it) and from my brain, voila. If you are missing a friend, family member, I recommend sitting quietly and simply thinking about them, and only them. It’s like magic! NS Continue Reading
My Downtown St Pete ~ Musings
I am fifty-five years old. 55. Double-nickels. I wrote the number; I observed the number, and since then I have been musing about my life’s journey. It’s an odd sensation to accept my body has carried around my mind for 55 revolutions around the heliocentric center, better known as the Sun. When I was a child, I thought that 55 years old equaled near death. “Sucks to be you, dude!” With my mother’s death last December 2nd during her 83rd travel around the Sun, the experience has graced Continue Reading
Jen’s Poem
I’m walking in silence, It’s a simple ritual I do, Every morning before the sun wakes up, It’s something that I do, I’m walking in silence, I’ll share with you what I see, It’s a simple thing to take photos from my mobile phone of what’s close by me, So, magically, I can let you see what I see, I’m walking in silence, There are other human and canine shadows nearby me, Moving their bodies through the dense St. Petersburg humidity, I am thankful to live Continue Reading
Black Lives Matter
Several years ago a friend pointed out to me that if you are of African American linage, you don’t have a specific country to point to your heritage; you have a continent. A genetic test off the internet might give you a region, but it’s still quite non-specific. Am I European American? Not likely, I’d say I’m Irish, Scottish or part German American. Do you have any old black and white ancestral photos hidden inside a genealogy book? I am quite aware, thanks to my friend who was ‘black’ Continue Reading
A Shared Anxiety
If the last months have taught me anything, it is that I’m human, and I’m afraid. Where is my life journey taking me? I don’t know anymore. I lack total control; it scares me. I think it is like a singular, exposed raw nerve frayed to the point my root ends like beaten down white threads begging to attach to certainty. I float helplessly, taken by the ocean’s tides and currents. Give me some hope? Please. I’m tired. I don’t want to care about anyone or Continue Reading
Serenity
As the yellow sun gazes through the fading blue-gray clouds, The dark waters smooth and still, A breathless snapshot as the dark night gives way, As a warm serenity hugs me, I accept my place in the new day. NS Continue Reading
The Things You Cannot See
Darkness, I’m sitting inside a room without a view, Air-Conditioning, I sense my face being cooled, Breathe, Oxygen fills my lungs through my nose, Exhalation, Carbon dioxide escapes my mouth, Mindfulness, My naked feet feel the warm carpet, Anxiety, Accepting my life’s uncertainties, Discipline, Deciding I control my thoughts, Hope, My faith that things will all work out for the better, Love, A gentle whisper that my life matters, NS Continue Reading
For My March Friend’s Memory
I know what it feels like to be out of your head. It’s that sensation that behind your eyeballs your mind swims within that viscous senescence being stuff. Sorry, I’m not trying to be fancy, but I think that last sentence is accurate. I’m aging during a pandemic and I don’t know what to think. I don’t have precise thoughts like I typically would. Since we are living within an actual nightmare, the other day at the grocery store staring at the buy-one-get-one-free coffee display, I Continue Reading
A Cup Of Black Coffee
As the years, months, and days go by I realize, It’s not about sex, it’s not about the physical act, It’s wasted, It’s trashed to numb it away, It’s about a feeling, an emotion, it abides the actual truth, The truth that you cannot hide from you, We try to kill it, fear it, and throw it away. Be honest to only you, It’s just you talking inside your head, It’s you talking to you, Don’t be afraid of it, Don’t walk away, Get down on your knees and beg for Continue Reading
Early Monday Morning
The best time to write, to tap into my heart happens early in the mornings just before human activity emerges. Darkness pierced by yellow street lamps dissolves into a humid gray as the sounds from flowing rain waters confirms the summer storms had lashed out during REM sleep. It was not within my imagination during a cold nightmare that lightning cracked and thunder shook just beyond my windows. There is a calmness from watching moisture drip from the shadows of swaying oak Continue Reading
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