My telephone rings.
I answer it.
It brings a voice unseen
from a world far away.Continue reading A Poem
A Poem
“I come to you, hold you
in these arms grown strong,
and tell you what I know—
it gets better.”Continue reading A Poem
A Poem
When you have to mourn
Then mourn.
When you have to cry,
Then cry.
It’s head down and on his knees
That a man remembers how to fly.Continue reading A Poem
A Poem
What now would you have me do?
I cast my eyes up to the sky
And above me, I see one red leaf
On a green tree.Continue reading A Poem
A Poem: Sliding
I need to find the strength to climb back up.
I know I can get there. Continue reading A Poem: Sliding
A Poem
Recovery is Loss for Susan, once my therapist You were so skilled that after ten, patient years of therapy my inner child graduated bridled yet unbroken, and so much kinder. I forgive myself, help myself to second chances, exile always and never from my lexicon. Empathy has routed shame. A raucous dinner party once ruledContinue reading A Poem
A Poem
1975 was the year psychobabble and Cognitive Behavior Therapy both made the pages of Merriam Webster’s Dictionary, and my dad re-married. My new word that summer in the backyard of our new two-story house was hammock— it had give, it made room for me. At nine, I could pull it around me like a cocoonContinue reading A Poem