Balancing Act

I’m always balancing Inbetween spaces Not quite here nor there But holding onto everything I know Jealously So as not to fall into oblivion Not stable in any one milieu Often shoved over the edge But I manage to hold on Unnoticed Until I attempt to get a greater grip I grasp and tug and pull myself up again But it’s only a matter of … Continue reading Balancing Act

Love Interrupted

You love but something blocks you an invisible barrier holds you from reaching to me   You hurt but you won’t tear down that wall   Your love is insecure unstable interrupted   constantly deeply consistently interrupted   Pain You are pain’s embodiment sheltering a fearful love. Continue reading Love Interrupted

Ode to a Blue Recliner

I claimed you Old, tattered, torn… missing pieces the ones that used to matter but you came from the one who owned you the one who reclined on you for comfort on those long chemo days on those wretched post-surgery days the only sure respite from it all you… and his cat   I claimed you not because I needed you not because I liked … Continue reading Ode to a Blue Recliner

Pain

I know you harbor it It seeps through you And reaches the deepest recesses of my soul I hurt Because of the pain you inflict on me And my loved ones You are one giant ball of pain That emanates from every pore It hurts to be around you It hurts to talk to you It hurts to listen to you It hurts to watch … Continue reading Pain

Be

Contractions tearing through your body Your womb is about to explode Your temples dripping in cold sweat Your time is here Be In this moment, be here. Feel the pain Ushering a new life into this world… Your mind will forget the pain. Your heart will fill with love. Your miraculous baby shrills You can’t determine her needs You doubt yourself You seek help and … Continue reading Be

Solidarity

I will share with you a couple of thoughts that have been running through my mind a lot lately: one has to do with the need for minorities (class, racial, religious, etc.) to stick together, and the other with the need for us to listen to each other. Prophet Mohammad (PBUH) said we should help our brothers and sisters whether they do good or bad, … Continue reading Solidarity

Babel isn’t a mess, it just looks like one

Infinite possibilities, or almost. Seemingly endless possibilities. Chaotic? Random… Inexplicable! But it isn’t (Jorge Luis Borges) There’s order in this madness (Oscar Wilde) A pattern, perhaps My order, my pattern, my possibility may not be yours, but it exists Sharing the possibility of its existence is hope My sense and yours may differ Being alive means you must continue to try to make sense (Samuel … Continue reading Babel isn’t a mess, it just looks like one

The lines of my life

Smile, laughter, grief, and sun lines are carved into my every expression. We’re betraying each other as we speak. Pain and joy have left their marks, signaling the map of my life. That’s the truth they holler, while I try to drown out their noise with my own voice. I’m aging. My face admits it. My hands concur. My brain sluggishly accepts their verdict. Silence. … Continue reading The lines of my life

Meandering noise

Noise. Noise in my brain. I want to do everything, but can’t concentrate on any single thing. My head hurts. Nowhere to overflow. Pressure. Noisy pressure. Confusing misdirection seems the adequate description. Everything going somewhere, but nowhere specific, chaotically meandering with unknown destinations. No end goal is visible. No transition… or is it all transition? Transit to where? Noisy, confusing, meandering pressure in perpetual transit. Continue reading Meandering noise