say no to clowns

ebullient decay…

lagged at jet speed (take two) — May 5, 2017
something (part two) — March 31, 2017
it’s not hard to see — March 29, 2017

it’s not hard to see

So for those of you who don’t know, I am married to a pastor.

I could seriously write a book about what life has been like in the last 20+ years living this reality. The thing is, if I did, I would have to kill everyone first. Because changing names wouldn’t be enough.
I jest, of course!

But today, I was listening to one of my favourite mashups, and I felt the need to give a shoutout to our church families.

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the journey doesn’t end here… — March 22, 2017
Recurring Dream — March 16, 2017

Recurring Dream

This is a reworking of a poem I wrote a couple of months ago, after visiting an old friend in Arizona. These gorgeous trees surrounded our camp site. A night by a campfire, sharing sorrows and burdens with an old friend, is one of the best things in life imho. Thanks to Charles, the reluctant poet   for inviting me to join ‘the back side of the night’ theme started by The sailor poet.  I really appreciate their encouragement, as well as that by Davy at Davy D blog.  Thanks Guys!

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How those maudlin woods enticed us

adorned so enchantingly with unprecipitation

and the black of trees’ core,

begging interpretation from the sympatheticly dressed.

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all to myself — February 20, 2017

all to myself

I started this draft a few days ago and I don’t know why I wrote that title but all I am thinking about now is a friend who is dying and I am so bad at goodbyes…please don’t make me say it

please don’t say it to me

and you can wax long and lyrical to me about how saying goodbye shows strength and blah blah but I don’t agree because we weren’t created to be parted I much prefer Wiedersehen

and then I remembered the time

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I’m sorry but — February 10, 2017
shy — January 20, 2017
tsunami — January 19, 2017

tsunami

(there was a time, many years ago, when I was interested in Satanism.  (I wasn’t a goth.)  I was rescued from it. It’s not something I talk about much anymore. And I’m not looking to now. But I so love this song, it perfectly captures that time of my life. This poem honestly just bled out of me…)

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every colour of the distant rainbow

on the tip of time’s paintbrush

thrown against the wall of my dreams

colours thrashed together by the momentum

leaving the greyest indentation

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redolent of something — January 17, 2017
floodgates rusted — January 4, 2017
interminable iota — December 17, 2016
even when it’s turned upside down there’s no snow. (part two) — December 11, 2016
there’s no snow in our snow globe (part one) —
insomniatic fluid — December 1, 2016
hikikomori — November 14, 2016