You Remind Me

You are droplets of sunlight in the midst of a rainstorm, reminding me the Constant breathes for me when I am drowning.   You are the Roar when my words won’t come— speaking for me, reminding me I am never voiceless.   In this world disparaged by the Blight of divisiveness, you are true Eden,

The Terrible 2s

Today is Poems & Paragraphs’ 2nd birthday. Oh, my Glob! Thank you, David Bowie! You’re awesome, too. Almost as awesome as my readers, friends, and partners in crime. I’ve met some terrific talent and beautiful souls here on WordPress–people who I look forward to crossing paths with every day. Rather than celebrate the birth of

The Power of Human Connection

You are love letters sent Over landscapes and seas Underneath the heavens—   Abounding Radiance Eclipses my obscurity—   Lo lamenting heart O’ mine Violence Eviscerated by Deliverance   My friends, I thank you all for the care and kindness, the prayers and good vibes; truly, every word of encouragement and sympathy sent has helped

An Oath I swear to my Warrior Family

I have blood a plenty to share with you, my friend– to shed for you, my Warrior Sister. I have two lungs, and I only need one– the other is yours if you ever lose your breath. And I have a voice to speak for you, should yours ever grow tired. For you, I will

Take “Dishonesty” and Shove it

You had an emotional crisis, and I went to you despite my poor physical health because I love you endlessly. I slept on a blow up mattress for seven days straight, and pretended every morning that my Fibromyalgia was under control; I pretended that my right hip, so fucked up from Rheumatoid arthritis didn’t bother

My First Book Signing

Today was epic–my first book signing. Preparing, I was nervous. I’ve never been one who seeks to be the center of attention; that shit comes naturally, if I’m being honest. And it’s odd; for a person who can from 0-fuck you in half a second, I thrive under pressure when it really counts. Somehow I manage

For Carrie

Carrie, wrapped in shades of blue, you wear the butter sun, unmelting in your eyes, he knew love unearthed by your arms, extensions of a soul wrapped in shades of blue light, yellow star kissed lips true, petal soft goodbye, dispersed gossamer Angel always standing by   Carrie, my friend, my sister–I love you. Breathe

Thanks an Effing Lot!

Dearest friends and family the world over, You all deserve ponies, and ice cream sundaes, and bouncy castles, and…I don’t know. What is like, super balls awesome? ATVs? ATVs, I suppose, are pretty fucking rad. The encouragement I receive in support of my dream is incredible, and incomparable. I’m an author now, not only because

Sláinte Mhath!

15 April, 2016, I published a dreary poem–my first post here on WordPress–now celebrating its first birthday. Nuts to me, I didn’t even bake a cake. A glass of wine will have to do–a slutty jam jar of blackberry Merlot. Tastes like Sunday Mass. Eternally October In his dreams, she dances In and out of

#summergoals

Let’s lounge beneath a 60’s sun in the heat of mid-July; we’ll smoke full flavored cigarettes, and drink Tom Collinses while The Animals play. I love spinning records–It’s My Life. We’ll call out the neighbors with our vinyl airwaves heavy in the heat haze. Block party–yes!