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

The Anti-Mother’s Day poem

Have you tears to wipe away? When kids don’t call on Mother’s Day “Payback is a bitch!” kids say, When kids don’t call on Mother’s Day Disregard their mother’s wishes Don’t care how she washed the dishes Wiped their noses, gave them kisses When kids don’t call on Mother’s Day “Will Mom’s heart break apart … Continue reading The Anti-Mother’s Day poem

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

Screw It

A poem about mental illness My mothers rage is off the page she can’t control emotion her laughter and her tears are like the current of the ocean Her hate and her deceit are like an awful witches potion when I was small she shook me ‘til I couldn’t stand the motion I don’t know … Continue reading Screw It

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