Recently, I was laid off. A shock of course, I was deeply invested in the position. It was a position of leadership and working not only with a staff, but also for a community. Quite a fulfilling job. No ill will finds my heart…
does Sol’s eye lay bare truths buried, truths denied truths fraught with razor wire guarded on all sides by a damaged juvenescence in wont to stand aside during adversity, calamity, injury, allowing aged, seasoned, stinging trauma rise to the skin, firing nerve endings, twitching…
what is this nonsense, flittering around my skull, scrawling angry missives, knifing into my heart’s wall what is this brutal woe commanding a tempest casting distant any joy any hint of sun’s candied blush why does it hang around, why can’t I shake the…
the hardest notion is to see another’s pain, be witness to tears rise, then fall, spattering a dusty floor, till a loam forms, holding true daggers of enriched grief to bear witness to character’s hard hammer upon a majestic kindness shattering old touchstones, transmute…
eventually ache, grief, torment, seeks each soul’s portage in following, careful steps seeking, setting at liberty knives set deep initiates healing yet allow hurt’s mushroom disavowing truth’s remedy invokes Thor’s hammer germinating madness sets outward storms beyond one’s mastery Picture and Poem © 2016 by…
Love vs grief vs joy vs bliss as I sit here dredging my soul for words comes the upwell from my heart to salt my cheeks all in mining sediment for sentiments conveying my truth expressing profound love of my wife, her forever changing…
news of an aunt’s passing summons hand cranked, spotty blurred impressions of my mom nearing eight years gone, how the pigments fade to sepia, how the senses have detached, excepting this son’s ever burning ache of regret poem (c) 2016 by DC Lessoway
