No, I will not be quiet.
I’m afraid I am not the right woman for this job, this work of writing, of a little anti domestic violence awareness. You see I am not quiet, I have no interest in making other people feel comfortable. I will speak my mind and I do it loudly and firmly. I will not be swayed […]More
Bars and Chains
There’s bars, bars on my windows There’s chains, chains on my doors There’s bars that spill onto streets And chains that lead me there by the feet Bars and chains Bars and chains And other people’s games. I’m chained to my emotions I’m barred from my own head Chains to prove my devotion Bars to […]More
Dismal Nitch and Long Bridges
The 101 between Coos Bay and the Washington border is a mostly terrifying affair. It twists alarmingly, it’s cliff side lane crumbling, deteriorated and potholed, the inland northbound lane subject to cliff overhang which is lethal to large campers. We had scraped and busted our awning to uselessness on those rocks before the first year […]More
Second Hand Crown
You say you did some hard travellin’ But you know your streets were paved with gold You had bells on all of your fingers And you wore the Emperor’s clothes You sold out while I got sold down the river You wore it well, while I got worn down You got the life-raft While you […]More
Guild guitars and back in the highlife again…
I play guitar, and I don’t play it too badly. I used to play an old Martin grand auditorium, which I had for a good 20 years. I loved that guitar. Of course Billy took it back as easily as he once gave it to me all that time ago. He had just purchased it, […]More
The End of the Road. Love lost.
My oldest friend isn’t picking up the phone. He isn’t responding. The battery is now flat, and it’s just clicking through to his voicemail. He isn’t in any of the hospitals. He has simply disappeared. I suppose I should have expected it. I did. I tried to prepare myself for the inevitable. The worst thing […]More
Big fish, tall tales: Moose rides the Captain’s trails Crow flies – left to right Hope he has a safe flight tonight And oh no, I don’t belong here anyhow I don’t belong here anyhow. Herd stares, Cherry pie Dairy cow works on a fly Smooth stone in my pocket Your hair in a golden […]More
A Wanderer’s Prayer
On my last trip to the coast It was me and the wailing ghost Of all of those dreams I pushed into the sea On my last trip to the coast. On my last night in the woods I got stalked by the thoughts that could Get their teeth into me Chase me into a […]More