Tag: Autobiography

Waiting Room

I’m sitting in a waiting room And choose to write this verse; The snow is blowing hard outside The wind keeps getting worse — Winter once was magical With castles made of snow; But now the world is blank, and I Can’t see which way to go — The wait is over, and my child … Continue reading "Waiting Room"

Falling, In Love

[Originally posted May, 2018. 30 days of prose, day 10. – Owen] Falling in love is like stepping off of a flying airplane; them loving you back would be the parachute. But that parachute doesn’t always open. Splat. Love in relationships always comes with risk. We can’t know what others are really thinking, and we … Continue reading "Falling, In Love"

Love Spasm The Third

When my ex left, our youngest was But three years old – alas – So I would take him daily to A little pre-k class The girl who worked there was so young But seemed to like the way I’d sit with him – and other kids – Beginning every day So, finally, I asked … Continue reading "Love Spasm The Third"

Here, In The Chapel

HERE, in the chapel, I find a peace That I've been missing in my life; For troubles never seem to cease, And every joy comes mixed with strife, But maybe, tomorrow, the sun will rise, And lungs will fill, and eyes will see That days are a promise we get to keep, And I am … Continue reading "Here, In The Chapel"

Moving North

We moved from Florida to here, A place of trees and gentle slopes; We set up our establishment, With four found souls and two lost hopes, But still, and decades hence, we're here. This place, the pages of our tome: The story universal, for We must leave home so we can find A home.

a fish tale

pole in hand and eight years old, fishing on a summer lake; tackle box and hook and lure, early morning squint and ache nothing, nothing, everything -- fish pulled out and thrown back in; nothing, nothing, nothing more -- it's as though we'd never been what to learn from silent times, what to say when … Continue reading "a fish tale"