Charred

it happened when I was so young  unable to understand it was forever it happened when I was so young  scarring me,  as a burn on tender skin  scalding my sensibilities ripping away naïveté charring my existence black powdery residue  staining all I touched as filthy fingerprints on a delicate white lace doily washed  again  … Continue reading Charred

WHO

WHO is the Sunshine gleaming at a world of pronounced darkness? WHO is behind those splendid heated rays? I wonder WHY that WHO forgives MY darkness, each dawn, after I return from MY descent, like Orpheus, trying to reclaim lost love in the night previous... My morning words, O’harian diaries of secrets illuminated by that … Continue reading WHO

Sweetie, I Left

This poem is dedicated to my two amazing children, who have grown into the most impressive adults I know. Sweetie, I left because the strong part of me was quickly crumbling I left ‘cause I could no longer see hope, and I left ‘cause the foundation crack was widening and deepening I left ‘cause dreams … Continue reading Sweetie, I Left

The pint ~ a love story

My daddy drinks a pint a day but please don’t call the cops my daddy drinks a pint a day and says he just can’t stop I’m so afraid that vodka drink will cause his life to end but every day he drinks it up again again again my daddy drinks a pint a day … Continue reading The pint ~ a love story

The Endless Struggle- a poem

We push and pull and turn around no consensus will be found yanking here and yanking there arguments from clear thin air Rolling over both of us wrestling now we’re in the dust poking eyeballs pulling hair metaphors that show we care... ...too much for our own ego can’t give up and can’t let go … Continue reading The Endless Struggle- a poem

The Healing Place

what is this place? I just can’t see why it’s so crowded here who made this place I stumbled upon it sometime last year who runs this place? it seems the owners have begun to serve I see YOUR face although MY mask stays put and undisturbed... what do you do in such a place … Continue reading The Healing Place

GROWN -a poem

my picker broke at age 13 a GROWN man loved me -just a teen he sang me love songs on the phone while he pretended I was GROWN two years later through a friend virginity came to an end New Year’s eve and pink champagne forced it on me, gave me pain four weeks later … Continue reading GROWN -a poem

Christmas Mayhem – a poem

“...for folks whose Christmas was RUFF.”   Holiday season it’s that time of year everyone wishing one another good cheer  wrapping the boxes for family and friends Christmas cards signed and ready to send  Christmas is coming I hope it goes well good day or bad day you never can tell  I pray to the … Continue reading Christmas Mayhem – a poem

BOTTLES

the liquor bottle stands upon the counter clear and tall then suddenly transforms itself into a crystal ball predicts the nightly shoving match - they're up against the wall foresees the argument that precedes my next 911 call every time I see the bottle sitting three-fourths empty I have to use the headphones that my … Continue reading BOTTLES