The pendulum swings side to side. Back and forth like a magicians pocket watch. Gilded to be a very old heirloom polished over and over again. An average object made priceless. The memories of the original owner long lost. A shiny duality attended to brightly. *** Back and forth it goes. On one side is…

I spy on a shelf a relic of my childhood. Nutcracker men big and small. Uncanny and whimsical sold at a late season discount. The large ones always scared me no matter the location. The small ones a more sensitive place in my heart. Small enough to hold close and dream with. *** I used…

Clarity in blue. Purity in the white. Twinning together like long lost lovers. Long through the night. Separated by morning. A final kiss with the light. *** Knowledge found it the bookcases of old. Ensuring that survival does not remain only in the past. Fires lit to be roaring bright. That the future might have…

My body cries for a home that does not exist. Neither lost nor found. Only formed by thought, dream, and hope. As fragile as the thread that weaves it. As real as what might have been in another life. Just out of reach. *** I mourn for the happy memories that never happened. Vibrant trips…

Loud tears are a mixed bag. They could be just for show. A cry for attention but no real pain. Crossed wires between need and want. Screaming for a parent across the room. Used because they know it works. *** Loud tears can also be desperation. Searching for help as a last resort. Support from…

The wound is never expected. Showing up even on a summer day. Trauma that leaves a mark on the brain. Bleeding, oozing, letting you know it is there. Pain that does not go away quickly. Time is the only medicine. *** My brain has formed scabs. Sometimes they itch. Healing that tempts intervention. I can…

I have etch a sketch eyes. You probably do not know what that means. I did not either at first. Something that usually passes with time. Lost in the childhood bedroom. Removed by the morning light. *** It is blink and you will miss it. Lines erased by the shake of the head. Never existed…

Tomorrow is a day for American celebration. A day for cheer and thanks. Community brought to the front and center stage. Warm from food and hugs. Sparkling cider intense on the tongue. But not an experience everyone has. *** There are always the lonely ones. Those that do not have the same type of community.…

My life is full of Xs and Os. Just not the typical kind. I do not walk through life with a pulse on love. I accept what comes to me and never expect more. A way of living that has long been established. A hope that I have placed snugly in storage. *** My Xs…