a mother’s pride

thanks to people’s generosity, max’s friend has a round trip ticket for the holidays
top left (Christmas 2017, max’s beautiful sister Caroline holding Mojo the wiener dog and to the right – max)

bottom right (max’s 2017 high school graduation snap)

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it is a ponderous thing

can’t believe I miss that damn roar
Vito with my kiddies 2005

I got your back

he’s broad chested with muscular legs
the earmarks of a pugilist
certainly channels the spirit of one
dark eyes, alert and piercing
we walk together every day
chatting about the weather
guessing what time the mail will arrive
every once in awhile
not far off
we hear a garrulous and bellowing
call of the wild
neither of us are
too wild
(I pray I still am a little)
the deep hoarse sounds are taller than
his six inch to shoulder height
he tosses me up a knowing gaze
he will do what he must to protect
the one who often places him in shadow
on the sunniest of days
gazing down at my little Dachshund
I whisper loudly enough for my words
to enter those flopping velvet ears
“I got your back, Mojo”
I got your back

Dog Kite

Dog Kite

on windy days like today, while walking Mojo, I often imagine him flying up in the air like a little kite – silly graphic created last year

deep into my life

you are so deep into my life
I don’t remember the feel of my skin alone
you are all I long for each day, your body and mine
hearts, heads, hands
all parts in between
and below
fiercely joined, not the iceberg
that sank the unsinkable
dare pierce our flesh
you and I
float on something greater
catastrophic winds hold no bearing
across our sails
the compass of our bond guides true
would a mighty mountain black out the sun
no mourning of light
or heat for that matter
need be honored

we are self-contained
a brilliant vessel of fire
striking flames on sheets
laughing with moonlight
sharing secrets in locked embraces
my entire core flowing within yours
it is for all these most magnificent reasons
I
must

leave
the union we share is too ungodly powerful
there is not a moment of air singularly mine
the intoxication of our mixing flesh
wobbles my entire body
forever in fog
not walking clearly
mist evaporating only by your presence
it’s not right
we weather any elemental affliction
together for certain
but I fear these soul libations
toxi-fying my blood
before I grow a milligram weaker
I will walk away
with both feet on the ground
back turned to you
yet

I will mourn every granule of flesh
I must dig away
to make a whole

Warrior Lashes

Warrior Lashes

this art I thought fitting for the piece, as this gal is a warrior and the person in the verse is ‘trying’ to be
though I’m truly not sure if she behaving selfishly or selflessly or cowardly