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In one year

In one year

I raged, wept, laughed,
stumbled, flew, dived,
and drowned.

names carried

like selfish, friend, love,
blind, cynical, hurtful,
and superficial.

words languished

became silent, seeking, slippery,
sharp, frozen, cataclysmic,
and rude.

places survived

found regretful, hurt, lost,
pity, lonely, worry
and sink.

and still I seek

I rage, weep, laugh,
stumble, fly, dive
and drown.

a prayer to whisper

hopeful for compassion, longing,
loving, faithful, fruitful,
and true.

to abolish in the next

uselessly just, intent, fear,
doubt, victim, lonely,
and self-inflicted.

and remember

to float, breathe, lift-up,
forgive, forget,
and be

unsinkable again.

Old Journal Entries

Pages of past musings

flutter by, dusted with age

old posts long since

devoid of inhabitants

speaking out the emptiness

a tale retold.

Days drift without visiting

I, passing quietly,

reflect distracted on the weather

momentary minutes of

an every day.

But still it sits there


for ink to color the rest of its

blatantly empty pages.

That when finally I scale its walls

enter into its domain

all I can write is

Here I am again.


[In light of a very bad evening, I had to write and this is what came of it. It is not fully realized. It is raw. But… it is. That will have to be enough]


Every day
5 am
waking before the sun
has chances
coffee cup
walk the dog
feed him too
feed the cat
one and two
claim a solitary moment
5:30 am
shower and believe
the night dreams
down the drain
cleansing every beat
to new
6 am
wrinkled clothes
but no one knows
mismatched socks
check the clock
alarms sound brilliant
6:16 am out the door
grab the lunch
to eat in 20 – if your lucky
the coffee luke warm
traffic, tolls, and horns
blare and glare into view
7/11 sandwich to
make it through
7 am in the door
desks to move
papers to shuffle
emails to read
get a report
set up the board
read the plan
read the plan again
count the copies
and make some more
7:30 sign a document
discuss the little one
with family problems
set a time to
discuss trauma the day before
7:50 bell rings
little feet, little hearts, little about to be’s
scramble up stairs
deal with stares
and all the wilds outside
… you greet
some need hugs
some need a kind word
some joke
some smile
some fight
all touch the world
some bless
some curse
some are ready
and some are
so there is cereal in the drawer
and there is always more
some need love
some are trying to find it
some just need a pencil
for the 100th time
and so it is given
and so it is given – always
8:20 am the day some sit patient
some chatter
some clatter in late
grab their attention
don’t sit down
walk the room of 20
or 30
can’t sit that one there
must know this one needs
a walk with fresh air
or things get tossed
this one has no confidence
that one is never wrong
this one is just glad to be
that one is quiet and hopes
you don’t notice
but wants you to notice and
by 8:45 you have met each one
given instruction
asked for their contemplation
giving meaning to the world they
have yet to truly be in
9:40 the bell rings
10:15 lunch for this block
walk to noise
keep one back who struggles
because they cannot be
strong in the face of so much
so you forego your 20
of breathe
so they can breathe, peace
then before you know it
you are migrating down halls
clamoring into classroom
to teach them all
correcting where you can
lending words of hope
or direction
11:55 am
pent up angst
not a moment outside
everyone is tired
the sun is beckoning
this one wants to go to the bathroom
and that one is bored
so they want to go
desperately changing
the plan you accounted for
to meet them where they are
and what will keep their minds
fast upon the moments of growth
but that one said some word of desperation
to another who took it as a slight
now you must navigate ‘the fight’
alone with 20 or 30
little hearts waiting for you
to be the hero, the protector,
the leader, the fun and peace maker
and if you are lucky
you will not forget to pass out the work
give the homework
encourage them one final time
wish them well as they step out of sight
at the last bell
and then
meeting at 1:30 pm
forgetting to pee
its been since 6:15 but there
are things to do
planning the weeks ahead
a meeting to be had
maybe two
and out for duty
now it’s three
the world has spun
papers stack
thought not from lack of try
clean the room
gather a jacket left
write a note
check the email
attend conference
spend an hour tutoring
or maybe two
5pm the clock strikes
the traffic, tolls and honks
wait to greet tired feet
5:30pm if your lucky
walk the dog
feed him too
feed the cats
both one and two
scramble for dinner
while the computer lights
write a plan, check a test,
as the day winds and sees
you finally remember that
you had to pee!
7pm remember the dinner in the
maybe it will
till tomorrow
take a breath and breathe
call a parent
maybe two or even three
check in on hunger
address the fight
take off your shoes
and get ready for night
lay your head down
at some where between
dreams and want to sigh
maybe if your lucky you will get a solid 5
but then

the alarm rings
waking before the sun
you vow to get it better
than the day before
and this is

a teacher

Enduring Tenacity

The waters rushed in
hard breaths over rocks
seemingly unwilling to be moved
yet the ocean continued
Undaunted, unrelenting.
I, in admiration sat
myself breathlessly recognizing
though the movement seemed futile
in the end
a millennia may see its succeed
indeed have not the records
sealed in stone
found fish resting and nesting
in the dust of Colorado Plains?

I want to have an affair

I want to have an affair

salaciously exuberant free

surging with pulses of the earth beneath

and fires of the stars caressing night skies

writhing with passion dripped in the exhaustion of days

the warmth of dreams wrapped about souls

comforted in exhaled moments coveted none so lightly


I want to have an affair

an affair with