The rise and fall

of  your voice

familiar and soothing

strokes my soul

easing my pain

though I’ve

not heard from you

in years…

is (10)


I Am Struggling

I’ve written daily, sometimes multiple times in one day.

Until a couple of months ago.

A family member read something I wrote.

Panic ensued.  Demands for an answer were made.

I felt cornered, trying to explain myself, that this is what I, as a writer, am compelled to do.

To allow my heart to bleed across the pages, oftentimes revealing the most painful and harsh thoughts.  Letting them escape my mind and body in a way that relieves me of the pressure that builds within.  A release that ensures that thoughts will never come to action.

But it has almost stopped me in my tracks.  I begin to write the realities and truth of what I am feeling.  And stop.

I am struggling because I want to write, I need to write… but I can’t write without honesty.

How do write again?


Oklahoma Roots

Born an Okie

she flies back from time to time

Chicken fried steak

for supper and cold sweet tea

Stars shining clear

from one horizon to the next

Clothes hang on the line

and screen doors slam after company

Oklahoma runs through her veins

like the red dirt runs through the fields

If here is a “home”,

if there are “roots”, if there is “family”

They are found

in Oklahoma…