A space for my words to meander.

Month: January, 2016


little company

all that was ever needed

now she waits for spring

placing feet

surreptitiously placing feet
one ahead of the other
but the rain falls on this day
the lake that was yesterday frozen
steady and safe
where she placed one foot in front of the other
now, placing feet carries a different weight
a little warming was all it took
and some rain
the lake, frozen, solid, only yesterday
now has spaces that are no longer safe


the river flows

amongst the  scattered rocks and stones

edges jutting above the flowsoftening

beneath the flurry

of water flow

Sipping beer

I arrived a few minutes before him, and had a pint class in my hand by the time he walked into the pub. He waved to me and walked to the door, ordering one for himself.


I noticed her walk through the door. She had scarlet red hair and soft curls. Her high heeled black boots, black leggings and a black leather jacket placed her in a modern day 80’s movie. She did her best to pay no attention to being noticed, but she was aware of everyone before she entered the door.


She took a seat a few tables away and sat down. As she pushed aside her mane of hair she took out a black leather bound notebook, glanced in my direction and started writing. With her back leaning against the table and her legs astride the other side of the chair, my friend walked back to the empty chair across form me. His eyes darted towards her before focusing on me.


It had been weeks since we had seen each other. He had moved in with his girlfriend six weeks ago. Before, he would have mentioned the red headed woman, but today, there was no mention but he or I. The absence of her in the conversation made her in fact more present in our conversation. Instead he told me how well things were going with his girlfriend and how much he loved her. His cheating days were over, he said, his eyes get glancing to the woman as she wrote in her notebook. “See, I haven’t even mentioned the red head,” he said.

Quiet Rebellion

where’d that girl go?

the one who wore bright blues and greens

she spoke only quiet words

but in her style and her brightness

she said “this is me!”

she needed not shout her truth

she walked it in quiet rebellion

she walked her truth

daring others to tell her otherwise


she now wears her truth less

and she walks her truth less

that 16 year old is long gone

that 16 year old who walked her truth

in quiet rebellion

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