Flash

The earth reaches for the moon

How do I live

Without you?

Stuck here

Between the hours

Did you see us here?

Left my pain

In the yesterday –

those hours

wasted

They are gone away

Nothing is ever here to stay

Sometimes I wake up

And I see us still

Reaching for all old things

The way we were

The way we are

Whether it is where we wanted it it to be-

Here we are

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30 for 30 ( rain )

She’s electric

Traces the space

Between each star

Swears she’s named them all

And

She’s midnight fire

The eye of the hurricane

I swear, I know nothing at all

She’s here at my door again

I’m lost in her pouring rain

My lips against her skin

Her winds

This breath

This free

And I know

Nothing at all…

Writer’s Log 22 (libraries)

I spent the afternoon at the Library. I went looking for a James Baldwin book of essays. They didn’t have it. But they did have other books. Lots of other books.

I don’t know if you’ve ever spoken with a librarian, but if you haven’t, you should. We talked about books, buying books, writing books, our favorite book shops, hoarding books.

How we can spend our entire lives lost between the aisles of books.

I always go through the 800s

These are essays and poetry…

The oldest books in the library.

Most have been here so long they aren’t even categorized… some books are plays or letters…some haven’t been checked out since 1970…but they are still here… in this shelter for knowledge and discovery,waiting.

It’s almost national library week

Even if it wasn’t

I would still write about how important I believe libraries are.

They make it so easy to access information…

I wouldn’t be writing if it were not for libraries…

Every Saturday my mother would pack us up and we would go to the grocery store and then to the library. It was the highlight of our week.

We didn’t have a lot of money

And this enabled me to get any book I wanted and sometimes even a movie. And when we lived too far out from a library, there was the bookmobile. A mobile library brought to our community.

When I lived on my own I started using the library again. It makes for an easy budget.

It’s free accessible information.

Libraries have always given us the ability to grow as much as we are willing no matter how we live or where we live.

Ray Bradbury used them

Neil Gaiman used them

Most likely every writer and filmmaker has been influenced in some way by a library.

They are safe havens for the curious and the afraid

The artist afraid to run for the exit but looking out the windows…

If you have never thought of it

Or always wondered about it

Or just wanted to donate

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Because everyone deserves the opportunity to access information.

I will never forget my first library card. The power and responsibility I felt.

With this card I could read any book in the building for free.

But I always found books I wasn’t looking for, like thumbing through a dictionary discovering new worlds.

I believe libraries are important

And should have sure funding.

I have a tattoo of a library stamp…to remind me to never forget to be kind or to donate to those magic librarians. They really are our very own Rupert Giles…which gives us a responsibility, doesn’t it?

Writer’s Log 21

I’ve been writing a lot of drafts

And putting manuscripts together

I’ve sent off three so far

Or was it two?

I didn’t even realize I have Archives on here

I started going through them…

It goes as far back as 2011

(Don’t go that far back…for your own sake just go to 2014)

I’m trying to read more

I’m convinced social media is going to crash like a bad marriage…

One day we will try to log in and it will just be a blank sign in screen for some business app.

Everything will be gone and the world will cry together.

In other news

I’m still trying to stay healthy

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It takes courage.

Keep writing

Keep reading

Never stop learning.

Famous Last Words

There are some things we just won’t talk about,

It’s all in the last words

Of famous men

that’s what she would say

We are in the same room

But thousands of miles away

And what do we know

And how am I to know

The things you will never show

You’re always going away…

The papers say we won the war

But I feel as though

I lost her heart today

And all at once

I felt hollowed out

Just a lost soul

But I kept this mind

The things we’ll never know

The things you’ll never show

Can I blame you?

The blood stains the earth

The skies turn to overcast

And it’s all to shame

But one touch from her

Would end the pain

One word from her would

Send the rains

How could know?

I can’t read your mind?

We are worlds apart

I never thought I’d pack these bags

I never thought I’d be on this train

I never saw

The forecast for all the skies

There are some things

We just won’t talk about

And we spend our years

Thinking we are doing

Fine and we forget

We forget

How easy it is

To leave words unsaid

Worlds behind

with only our hearts

And

All our love

on the line

High stake Blues

A long while ago, but not that far …

Away in your home town

While you were sleeping

In the bar

Where the blind mice played their blues

And the old cane cat

Sat and drank his sorrow

Trading stories

With the one eyed fox

Who never got caught

Remember

We believed we was just misunderstood

How can we help thinking about the times

And how they’ve changed

What happened to the –

We would let our bills go by

Bowl until midnight

I would almost kiss you at 3am

And your batteries were dead

What did we know

About loss and sacrifice and pain

Look at us now

Standing in line

Hoping we make it to see our dreams

I think it’s going to be a lot quicker now

Than we ever did believe

All our dreams turn to sand

In the winds of time

And the world is smaller now

It fits in the palm of her hand

But she never leaves this town

Have you heard her sing tonight?

Her lips are red as wine

Her soul

As deep as the sky

And you’ll ask what the Lord did to let her down

When she breaks your heart just the same

She’s breaking out

The pillars are coming down…