It’s The Little Things

Thursday’s silver song played background to a night of Hell’s making 

Tossing and turning;

Hitting and clawing at things unseen

The Hag stole my breath as devils stole my dreams

I died, throughout the night, again and again 

I could not move

I could not breathe

I was guest of honor at an unholy feast

Lying there, prone, with no possible defense

A sanguine cupcake,

Wondering what it all meant

I begged God to save me, at dawn’s first light

Yet He left me there to fight my own fight

A few hours later, they all went their way

The Hag and the devils; exhausted from play

My eyes opened, at last, and I caught, quickly, my breath

Still hearing that laughter

The room smelled of death

As I gathered my wits to begin my day

The devils faded and I saw your face

I should have known

Without any surprise

That thirty years in the ground

Does not mean that you died 


I promise you this

When I draw my last breath

Finally, free in the great Neverafter

I will come for you 

I will come for you 
Blood by blood, until it sleeps…a promise made is one to keep. 

Manic Me 

​Heart and mind race

The world screams past

So much to do 

So much to say

Life is beautiful today

The largeness of it all is nearly paralyzing

Ideas fly through my mind, each new thought crashing into those that came before

An electric heap of energized me, buzzing about my brain 

And it continues on in a hizzy tizzy dayglow display just behind my eyes

Tracers and twinkles paint their masterpiece as my thoughts dance through time and space

Leaving my ears ringing to a silver song that plays so loudly I can feel it in my bones

Dreams and hopes envelope my brain so tightly that I can feel their embrace

I can’t breathe from the excitement of it all

I’ve no idea what will come next

Nor do I care

I could live in this internal wonderland for as many as my days on this earth shall be 

Thursday Feels Alive

​The Mayberry sun blesses my tired eyes, though my heart still much prefers the darkness. An undeniably beautiful thing, that sun; Life giving and gracious, it is welcome by critters and birds and every such precious thing. As I watch them go about their morning busywork, making ready for what Life has for them today, not even I can deny that the hand of God rests upon them.

When Shines The Sun 

​Thoughts dance through my mind at lightning speed

Considering all that was, and what is meant to be

I want to sing and drive fast and dance till I’m spent

I want to feel the love that lingers in a good man’s kiss

I am laughing and excited as I write these lines

But shadows remain…it’s a matter of time

All these feelings will fall by the way

For the door closes quickly on such lovely days 

I’ll turn on a dime

And it’s back to Hell for me

Back to vantablack reality

Where joy is indistinguishable from pain

Just as insanity from sane

I’ll begin to long for my end, once more

There will be nothing

And I mean nothing

Worth living for

But, for this time, I will enjoy the embrace

Of carefree joy

And the sun on my face 


Sun rapes night; night gives way

My eyes open to its glare

I’ve awoken to yet another day

I’m still here

I draw breath

I can move


The sun may have won this day

But it only steels my determination

To complete my ending, at long last

To lay to rest this abomination 

To finally subdue the endless me

To remove myself from the collective we

I know now that there will be blood

There will be adequate pain, as well

But neither could possibly hurt as much

As one more day in this Hell

Morbid Sing-Song

I’m fighting a battle I’m not certain I’ll win

When I go to bed, I pray I’ll die

When I wake, I pray it again

But you can only ask God for so much

Lest He consider you greedy

And you cannot tell a friend of the pain that you feel

Because it only makes you seem needy

Besides, there are no words to express 

This all consuming pain

And there is no way that you can speak

When your tears fall as the rain

One day, you think God will hear your prayers

Though you’re not sure you can hold out that long

Today, you try to hold it together

Today, you try to be strong

But it’s clear in your mind

That time’s running out

Clearly you’re at your end

Though nobody knows

Because you won’t say so

To father, mother, or friend 

If I had one wish that I knew would come true

I’d wish my family would understand

That one can only do what she must

When she’s taken all that she can

…and in the hour of my death… 


She measured, carefully.

Balancing the scale between those who loved her, truly, and those who did not.

One by one, familiars were cautiously placed upon the great scale.

At the very last, it was time for her to take her own place upon the scale, yet, she could not.

Hands at her side, she stood, frozen, for all time;

Alone to consider a truth that she could not fathom. 

A Mixed Blessing 

​I went to my mother’s house to spend some time with my dad yesterday. There was no answer when I knocked on the door, so I let myself in. As I walked down the hall, I could hear that the TV was on in Daddy’s room. His door was cracked open just a bit, so I peeked in. 

From where I stood, I could see Dad sitting in his chair. His feet were flat on the floor and his hands were folded over his lap, as he stared up at the TV on the mantle. I didn’t want to startle him, so I gently tapped on the door. I said, “It’s me, Daddy.” He looked in my general direction, so I opened the door. As I stood there, looking at him looking at me, I quickly became aware that he had no idea who I was. He stood up and asked me what I was doing in the house. I could feel my heart breaking a little more each time I told him my name and that I was his daughter. It took a few minutes for him to really recognize me, or so I had thought. He seemed embarrassed and confused about the whole situation, but he finally followed me into the den to visit. 

We took our seats and dove right in to an extremely awkward silence. Finally, Dad began to tell me how he missed me and asked why I was away for so long. I explained that it was a long drive and that I visit as often as possible, though I realized it wasn’t enough. He then began asking questions about where I lived and whether or not I knew someone named Ben. And…welcome back to Square 1! 

Daddy and I were alone, for a change, and I wanted to make good use of our time together. I began to bring up stories and special memories that I had from my childhood. He seemed to recall a couple of things and we shared a laugh or two. I’m not sure if he actually knew who I was, or if he was just going along with me, but it was wonderful to share those things with him. 

Some time had passed when it dawned on me that, if ever there were a good time to say my goodbyes to Dad, that time was then. I didn’t want to, but as I looked at Dad, I saw, for what felt like the very first time, the toll that such a long life had taken on my father. White whiskers covered the face of a man who had lived two lives, in one. The first half was wild and wicked, followed by a second act that told the story of a repentant man. Heavy lids hung over eyes that were, not so long ago, clear and sparkling. Downturned was the mouth of one who spewed both blessings and curses on those he felt deserving of either. Before me sat the aged likeness of the man who once was; taken away by Father Time’s own hand. Before me sat the only man who ever, truly, loved me. 

For the next short while, I looked into Daddy’s questioning eyes and selfishly said everything that I needed to say to him.  I’m not sure that he understood a single word, but I had to take advantage of such a rare opportunity. I told my father all of the things I never got to say to loved ones who’d gone in years past, so that I knew there would be no regret when Daddy’s time came. Whether or not he understood, my words fell upon his ears. I pray they made way to his heart. 

When I’d finished, we gave each other a big hug, then settled in to watch the end of the soap opera that was on TV in the den. Neither of us could figure out how to change the channel…

And Then There Was Cake


My God, it’s quiet in this house this evening. A soft fog hangs about the tree tops, and there is not a critter to be seen or heard. Alone with my thoughts, I feel haunted and out of sorts. I’m going to visit my cousin, Ally, tomorrow. Perhaps that will pull me out of this never-ending funk.

Since I woke up this morning, one thought has filled my mind: I am nobody’s Valentine. It’s the first time since I can remember. Even after Bennie passed, my best friend made certain that he sent a gift and such. He always spoiled me like that. He found the love of his life about nine months ago. She didn’t much like him having a female bestie, even though he insisted that he and I were a set, not to be separated. Silly man… So, I did the right thing, said my goodbyes, and blocked him from my life in every way I could think of. I miss him a lot, but it was for the best. But now…well, now I just feel alone.

This Valentine’s Day, Bennie and I would have endured our 32nd anniversary. The 30th was the last we shared and, though I deeply regret it now, I wouldn’t acknowledge it, or allow him to. I just couldn’t play ‘happy’ when things were so terribly wrong between us. My favorite anniversary was our 10th. Bennie had fallen asleep and forgot to pick me up from work that afternoon. By the time he finally managed to get up to the dress shop I worked at, we were about to close and the night was ruined, as far as I was concerned. We had a huge argument on the way home. I was furious…he was laughing. Since his uncle was in town, I made him drop me off and go to his mom’s house and visit with him. I knew he wanted to, anyway. So, he comes home really late and is about half drunk. He was smiling and brought me a heart shaped cake that his mother made for us. He handed me the cake, then sat down and pulled a taco out of a paper sack and began to eat it.

Standing there, cake in hand…watching him eat…I just got more and more angry. I mean…I was so pissed off that I could barely breathe! Before I could think about it, I threw the cake at him. Then came the tears…Oh, the drama! He jumped up, covered in cake. The next thing I know, we’re both yelling at the top of our lungs. It just went on and on for what seemed like forever. Then, for some reason, we both started laughing. We laughed till we cried. Then, we did it in the cake that was all over the floor! lol! IT WAS AWESOME! After that, we went and danced on the beach, did a lil drinkin and a lot more lovin. Got home with the sunrise and slept like babies. I’ll never forget it. Or Bennie, when he was the man of my dreams.



I miss Bennie. Valentine’s Day would have been our 32nd anniversary. Yes, things were bad at the end. But, I’m hard pressed to remember those things, as I seem to have burned thru the bad memories now and I only recall the ones I like…the happy ones. He was such a great father, and he loved his job and, once upon a time, he loved being my husband. And I, more than anything, loved being his wife. It’s true…when things went bad, they went very bad. But, for a very long time, they were so good that I know I’ll never have that with anyone else.

Even when things were bad, I always woke up to a heart shaped box of candy every Valentine’s Day. Not this year. This year will be the same as last year. I’ll wake up, alone, as I do every day, and nothing will be special or fun and the day will drag on as I keep remembering that it’s our anniversary and he’s not here. Unlike last year, though, I will remember ‘good’ Bennie and the wonderful times we shared. I’ll wish, much as I do every day, that I could be with him, somehow. No matter how bad things were with him, I’d give anything to have him back. Even if it were just to say goodbye. I always wanted him to be happy and I will never understand why he just wouldn’t leave and go be happy with someone else. I think that, if he had, this would all be so much simpler. I hate that he died so unhappy with me and our life.

I feel so guilty that I didn’t eulogize him, (or pick someone else to), at his service. It wasn’t really a service as much as it was a visitation, considering that it was so disorganized. But, I just couldn’t get up there and talk about what a wonderful husband he was when three of his girlfriends were sitting in the pews. I never realized anything as quickly as I realized that his friends and I knew two, totally different, people. In that moment, I felt frozen. It’s intimidating to have ‘the other women’ at your husband’s funeral. I was barely there, anyway. I didn’t even dress up. I could barely force myself to go and, were it not for the boys and the promise of a bottle of whiskey, I probably wouldn’t have. It was just too much. It’s still too damn much.

If I could go back in time, I’d have left and stayed gone. I would have made him move on in life without me. I know he’d have found happiness and love and all of those things we want for our loved ones, even if it hurts. He would have still died at the same time, I’m sure. He’d outlived the doctor’s predictions by three years. He knew he was on borrowed time. We all did. BUT, it would have been a happier time. Maybe he’d have given up pills for someone else. Or, someone else would have had the job of watching him to make sure he was breathing that last year he lived. Maybe, when she poked him on the arm to rouse him, he wouldn’t have screamed at her, or put his hand on that fucking rifle. Maybe he’d have treated her the way he should have treated me. I promise you that, if he had, he would’ve had a very happy woman on his hands, in spite of everything else.