Floating

it was always the same
it never changed
that moment she’d feel herself floating
whenever the bad things happened again

her mind told her it was temporary
such things always were
but 40 years after it happened
she realized that her mind simply lied to her

for what else could it tell her,
unable to help any other way?
for when those bad things happened again and again,
there was nothing she – or her mind – could do to get away

For Loida

life is too short
for worries you can’t take to your grave
no matter what our weaknesses,
be kind, be true, be brave
be real, be happy,
be you
be authentic no matter
what you decide to do

you were here one day
and then on Sunday, you were gone
so much work yet to be done
life is simply too short
and so unfair –
i still can’t believe you’re gone.

Note: I’m shocked as I lie in my bed tonight half the world away, having just learned my cousin died of a heart attack at 48. It’s so weird how Facebook has become the only avenue for people to connect and record passages. Still, she was too young… Rest In Peace, Loida ❤️

book case

for my birthday, i want a bookcase
where i can live a different life
page after page
each treasured book a sweet escape
never one to lose my place

for my birthday i want a home
where i can live and not be afraid
like i always am
each day the same unflinching reality
another unfulfilled life on the lam

for my birthday i want to be happy
for life will be short
from here on
i’ve fallen far from where i started
but from this moment on, I’ll be reborn

The Things He Left Behind

the things he left behind
sit on his favorite desk
masculine and so refined,
so tempting; it’s hard to resist
touching them beneath my fingers,
feeling the cold steel and worn leather
everything reminding me of him
and his unrepenting tether

Panicked

the smell of beer reeking from your pores
makes my skin crawl, makes my thoughts flee
far from the present, to a time long ago
when you ranted and raved, when you blamed me
for being unhappy, having nowhere to go
as if the door was never open,
this life you call your cage
like the smell of beer reeking,
out again comes your rage.

Via Daily Prompt

Thank You


So I totally fell of the NaPoWriMo wagon. 

My excuse?

Sixteen months after I completed it, I finally released my fifth book today. And it feels good. Hard to believe, the book started out right here on May 2013 as a writing prompt, something about stepping into an elevator and meeting someone interesting. I ran with it – and boy, did I run with it – and a year later it became a book and another year or so later, a sequel. 

I think it’s a good excuse. Right?