Mirrors of the mind

Some dim

Unkind

Multi-toned

Reflection echos

Ever on into eternity

When You look at me

Do you see?

A reflection of peace and beauty

My mirrors need aligned

One breath

One day at a time

Some have cracks

Streaks and scratches

Yet somewhere

tucked in behind

There’s a little man

Who miraculously rewinds

He straightens the mirror

Replaces the glass

It’s quite the task

Yet...

From an outside perspective the room would’ve seemed small. Moisture hung in the air; mildew and ‘fresh linen’ febreeze. Scribbled notes, an unmade bed. The type without a top sheet. Where blankets are a collectionof second-hands and charity tie-blankets. A small brown teddy rested next to the lumpy pillow.

To Avalyn, it was her secret garden. A tree house in her mind. Collections of dried flowe...

Essence and elegence

The floral aromas rise subdued

Stately they seem

High, pristine

What once was life

Cherished on a mantle

Forgotten in a box in the attic

Preserved, revered

A memory maybe dear

Constant they whisper

Echos of sweeter yesterday

Once life, now frozen; unchanging

Delicately the rose rests

Untouched it remains

collecting dust

Future restrains

Never willing to look ahead

Bec...

“Jim! Jim! Wake Up! You’re on air live in five minutes!”

_What kind of crazy dream is this? _ I thought nearly aloud as I sat upright in a stiff suit on the edge of a cool, professional chair. It only took a second for me to recognize, through some mean trick, I no longer appeared to be Susan Estrada.

What’s worse than this discovery was probably the secondary discovery. Not only did I somehow ...

High up in the sky

Floating ever patiently

Shining day by day

Persistent in your ways

Do you ever get lonely up there?

Watching all the happenings of the days

Joy and laughter,

tears and heartbreak

Does it ever bore you?

The monotony of the cycles

Nothing is new beneath you

Yet above you I wonder

Is there something that catches your gaze?

Constant in circulation

Not one to run and hide

Could i...

‘Closed mouths don’t get fed’ It’s what mama always said. Yet somehow I managed to find a morsel. Every Sunday 10 am. Small town Sundays, sing a couple hymns, let the pastor preach. We stand, we sit, we clap, we greet one another. Surface. Never deeper or more. What were we there for?

Week by week I grew up. God must be. Just look around! Yet no one is hungry. We come empty, but bloated. The pois...

Cacophony of voices. High. Low. The buisnessman’s quick pointed tone. A mother’s reassuring touch. Shuffling consistent with abrupt interruptions. A distracted straggler stops in his tracks confusing the flow. Every movement made seems only to impede another’s route and intention. Lack of movement also a disrupting force. One flow, inconsistent and cumbersome.

Turning the head to the left one mi...

Often as it may be

The mind is renewed

Set ablaze and afresh

On the task at hand

“This will be the day” declares he

Valiantly

Life as formerly known

Discarded as new habits are grown

Alas, would it last?

Thoughts betray the depth of desire

This will be different

But could it?

Ever hopeful

Ever bouncing

From fixation to fixation

Eternally searching for the satisfying bliss

Ethereal can it...

Here we are

Surrounded by what remains

My dreams crashed and burned around

All I thought would be is no more

What’s left?

Picking up the pieces feels impossible

Is anything salvageable amongst this ruin

Hope has faded in my heart

Yet you remain

It must mean something

I thought if I went for my dreams it would work out

Alas, the fire storm that ensued

Your being is my healing

I surrender now

...

Lightless, lifeless, melancholy of melancholies

The very air I breathe a fading mist.

What is life apart from you?

Your breath awakens my soul

The tender touch of your hands on my heart

Life is on your tongue, dancing in your eyes

Purpose flows from your veins

Without you I could not be

You’re my home my victory

I remember the moment I first saw your face

It stole my breath

My heart shattered...