That’s my building in the background.
Up she goes, Building a company from scratch isn’t easy.
they say opportunity knocks once.
that isn’t true. which one you feel passion for- that’s where you’ll find the path
I apologize for not being there for some of you.
Bullet point your pain
Then ask someone to read it out loud
The wonderful Gabriela Marie Milton has selected a very precise time to publish my poem
“Global Desires” on MasticadoresUSA.
It’s dark, with little wind, and we are alone watching
only the flames and listening to the crackling, and smelling the aroma of the burning pine and oak. Each flame is unique with movements and degrees of color created by the moment of energy released. Each differing angle, while flickering clues, is
You can read the full poem here:
Thanks everyone, and cheers!
My father often lived in fear.
Of failure. Of success. Of what people thought. At some point, during the journey of life, I told my father that I will not live in fear. And I don’t.
(Photo taken 7/31/21, C. Maine)
I F*ing love this collaboration.
My heart is easy enough to please
It’s my mind that wonders What the middle of time looks like
My 90-year-old Grandmother commented
on a poem that I dedicated to my father- She wrote, “No comment–Not sure what to say.”
Which was brilliant.
Though my father was not her son,
she felt my agony. She knows the man her daughter had married and loved at one point, is now dead.
And she is not.
I found my Grandmother’s comment
to be oddly comforting.
Above my office window, stand three letters.
I placed them
As if they don’t matter and can be
moved at any moment. to be hidden. Or to charm.
My son picked them out while
visiting my mother in Masshachussetts. He painted them blue and red.
It was father’s day weekend.
We dropped Gavin off at my mother’s house. And drove away,.
while I and Megan went to my father’s celebration of life.
I was sick that weekend. I’m not sure what it was.
But I do like looking out my office window and seeing
as I look up
I will not let you down, Gavin.
let’s do this again.
(Photo taken in Southern Maine. 2021.)
That’s his wife this man is singing with.
I heard an original
and beautiful song today. There’s a bee in our new shed swinging around, looking for its life. I thought about killing it.
I thought about killing it.
Like I thought about my life.
(No worries, I’m not suicidal. Just how the words came out
and I prefer to leave them alone once they are here. I have a lot going on- including my father’s celebration of life in a few days.)