Winter drops the late afternoon sun into my bedroom through the sliding glass door. Any time after three o’clock. I have to invite him in first, which I find charming. Otherwise, his face just burns the edges of my curtains like an eclipse I can touch. And so, I think I’ll do just that… My…
Tag: Poetry
Change is overrated
If there’s one thing that recovering alcoholics excel at it’s self-flagellation. Maybe it’s not just recovering alcoholics, but any one of us mid-way through life’s journey lost in a dark wood. It seems the first thing we ask is what can I change? Should I lose weight. Read more. Travel. Fix up the house. Find…
Latrodectus (Black Widow)
I gasped when I saw your body on the stucco wall A small shock of terror like when I saw a shark for the first time and suddenly became aware of things greater than myself I wanted to know everything about you immediately How you go days without breathing How you bond yourself effortlessly to…
DAY 90!
Another milestone today. I approach this one with a little more reckless joy than the last, but I’m still too afraid to dive headlong into the deep of celebration. I trust that trepidation though so I’m honoring it. I’ve been selfish of late. Eating right, exercising, indulging all the whims of my weirdness. Amazon packages…
Sobriety Poet 