Beautifuldreamer

I am a wallflower at a prom, desperate for a glimpse of you.

I am an empty box of cereal which promised but failed to include a special prize

I slid behind the wheel and said, "You know, I’ve Got a Feeling we’ll never forget the Things We Said Today."

Seconds before you attempt the single most important act of your life, you take a deep breath, close your eyes, and insert the key.

You think, something is wrong with me that my perceptions are so jumbled, but still you move forward. This you do, you move forward.

Was this a safe household? Would seeing the accouterments of my femininity tempt a father, a brother into perverted acts? I had to know.

The first snow of winter, sifting down as beautifully delicate as a gifting of grace. My son holding his daughter for the first time, tears streaming down his face. Chocolate cake warm from the…

This morning I awoke remembering how fun it was watching Maddy, my 2 year old granddaughter, draw with crayons the other day. I’d taken her for a few hours so that her parents could get some…

A different universe was all I wanted, one in which I was not invisible. I wanted my real name back and with it, my unique identity

Oh, there are secrets floating in the air like dust motes you can see when someone walks through a room, disturbing molecules in their wake.

Because—
today the rain slants in familiar direction
needling the generous porches
of homes built in the era of
my early childhood.

Because—
when I looked in the mirror
I saw that A…

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The three sisters across the street

live with their divorced mama.

They wear cool outfits,

flipping long ironed hair ove…

You stole summer from me
on the wrinkled bed
you shared with my mother,
as your eager fingertips explored my depths,
forging new trails into my being
to which you would return, like hidden…

When first we found our voices
they were cartoonish mouse squeaks

earning us raised eyebrows and smirks.
We were not a force to be reckoned with, not yet.
First the squeak must give way …

He said any place is home,
to which I replied:

If I minded the rain I’d not live in Oregon.

While helping my sister unpack from a recent move, I unearthed a plastic arm hidden beneath a pile of worn dish towels.

“My Midge doll!” I cried. “I didn’t know you had her.” Fondly I studi…

My lover sits hunched
his naked back a mute plea for attention.
I rake careful nails over golden skin still warm from lovemaking,
my exotic mind plotting excursions my feet will never know, …

You speak poetry liquid as fragrant tea poured boldly
from your steady hand.

I sip at your words, savoring the sweetness of each syllable
and swallow smoothly the rhythm of each verse
jea…

My brother Max plays bass guitar in a country western nightclub, south of Chicago. His six foot something lanky frame stoops over the instrument, like he’s peering down at it with parental conc…

But my stepsister, the kleptomaniac—-oh, the pain
of not getting you back whole,
and loved this time . . .

I stalked your deft shadow, never guessing
that your colorful abundance was not meant for me . . .