Strolling beaches in Venice, waves do call my name. I do see a miracle through the California rain. What mystery can be explained, be attained, when sustained by the men who dance on water even through California rain? My brown eyes do see the glory… My big nose does smell the ocean air… My soul […]Read more "– men who dance on water –"
There’s a bit of relief… between blankets and sheets. There’s a bit of an exhale… after the night has sailed. The day didn’t steal breath out of me, just came and went quietly. Now, my morning bird sings again, chirping on the 15th day, my friend. ~ ~ D.J. WhisenantRead more "– the day after singles awareness day –"
The twister has landed inside, rearranging my possessions, strangling my obsessions. It’s more difficult, even dangerous, to clean up the remains. It’s more dire, for I’m tired, to handle chores and gain. If I fight just long enough, if I fight at all, this time, the weather will change its course soon and very soon. […]Read more "– rain on a weekday morning –"
Rolling my eyes at my elders… disrespect I do not mean. Rolling their words through my ears for this year, I’m sure it comes off as mean, but it sounds like the same words, the chirps from the same birds that I have always heard and hear. Rolling away soon enough to L.A., no matter how […]Read more "– well-meaning phone calls –"
I don’t remember everybody’s birthday… I don’t congratulate each newly- wed… I forget names of people’s pets and offspring… I keep some truths unspoken and un- said… My social game at times is sui- cidal… The blanket on my bed is my best friend… so Facebook is my one source for re- cital… to dance around those three […]Read more "– i don’t say i love you –"