Walking different directions around a clock

How have I escaped death this summer While I’ve been delighting in clear blue skies and purple wildflowers and crispy cold lakes And the taste of amber beer and 11o’clock pizzas and the look of short shorts… You’ve been walking along lantern-lit streets And talking amongst cafe goers Who speak of death and their attempts … More Walking different directions around a clock

I am not temporary

At some point I stopped loving who I was when I stayed the same so I started thinking of myself as constantly transient. In every moment, I’ve decided, I can choose to be anyone I want to be, and I can be fabulous. I often picture my energy as a spark radiating out of body, … More I am not temporary

“Alyson”

If most are a hop, you are a skip If the brave are a jump, you are a dive. When friends say your name it rolls off their tongues with a wondrous hiss  And the world around you crackles and pops. That noise becomes the wind racing downstream–  Flirting with the waves and the clouds … More “Alyson”

Winona

There’s something about the corners of her mouth that seem to sag like a sack of rice Grabbed in the middle so the grains shift their weight down and to each side. Her eyes do it too…Maybe that’s why it’s so delightful when they light up suddenly, making the whole world weightless. She is as … More Winona

I am the hero of my own story

Driving alone on the highway for the first time, my worldly possessions in the backseat, I felt a rich wave of courage release within me. Some cap inside me popped, unleashing a sturdy surge of defiance I didn’t know I possessed. And my courage steamed over the ridge between the mental and the physical like the froth of a freshly poured beer, burbling out across the landscape.  … More I am the hero of my own story