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Coco Channel
Coco Channel (from Brainstorms) I can still smell my grandmother’s perfumeon one of the sweaters that I kept.Fourteen years later and I rememberlying on your bed in the morningswhile you drank coffee and juiceand smoked your morning cigarette. You found the streak in...
The In-Between
The In-Between (from Brainstorms) I can feel the seasons changingand I don’t like it.Not this time. I can feel it in the morning air on my armsurging me to turn back and grab a jacket.The chill feels too unfamiliar. I feel it in the gentle creases on my facethat greet...
Rebel Flowers
Rebel Flowers (from Within My Illusions) There’s a voice inside my headThat says I’m wasting time,That I’m supposed to follow a straight lineAnd not spread myself out all over the place, That I stretch too far beyond my territory,That I’m not behaving the right...
Completion
Completion (from Brainstorms) I’ve been trying all dayto find the perfect words to conveythe ending to this story,the period at the end of the sentence,the chime that signifies completion. I turn to my usual tricks:meditation, my journal, a walk in the sticks.But my...
If Her Heart Were a Flower
If Her Heart Were a Flower (from Brainstorms) If her heart were a flower,it would never cease to bloom. Nourished by love from an endless spring,lilac and rose and aquamarine budswould sprout each dayon branches that reachever skyward to dancewith clouds and rainbows....
Imagine the Possibilities
Imagine the Possibilities (from Brainstorms) What a gift that we can begin again. Imagine the possibilities. I sit on the deck and listen to the birdssing their morning song,slightly differentfrom the day before. The sun peeks its headabove the tops of treesas...
Morning Cup
Morning Cup (from Brainstorms) Do you fill your cup with coffee?Or fill it up with tea?With all your mental anguish,Or possibility? Do you pour it out for othersLeaving nothing left for you?Steeped in good intentions,The result a bitter brew. Me, I fill my cup in...
Last Kiss
Last Kiss (from Brainstorms) standing silent,neither wanting to say goodbye,he slowly stretched his handsto hold her face. they had kissed before,but never like this,a slow, tender kissthat melted her heart into his.she reached for him and caughthis arms and held...
Tapestry
Tapestry (From Brainstorms) Our lives are woven together in moments of chance encounters, smiles and laughter, gestures and touches. Moments so brief, they seemed like nothing. But moments add up, and moments have meaning, just as each stitch is an integral part of...
The Path of a Butterfly
The Path of a Butterfly (from Within My Illusions) “There are no straight lines in nature,” he said,One hand pressed against the stained oak cabinet,His hip leaning on the polished granite counter.“There are no flat surfaces, no right angles.” How could I not have...
Walking Companion
Walking Companion (from Brainstorms) She surprised me on my walk tonightfor she did not show her faceuntil I was heading home. I had resigned myselfto gazing at the stars.What was it that compelledme to cross the streetat precisely the moment,so that when I turned to...
Sadness Comes In Waves
Sadness Comes In Waves (from Brainstorms) Sadness comes in waves,its triggers unpredictable. One day the sight of my daughterlaughing with her friends in dance classsent me over the edge. Sometimes it’s the feel of her hand in my grip,and the knowing I will need to...
Same Heart
Same Heart (from Brainstorms) I’ve heard that cellsfrom the same heartbeat in time,even when separatedby a hundred miles. I picture you,squinting barefootat the sea,blues and greens reflectedin your hopeful eyes,your crooked smilealmost lostin a parenthetical...
The Field
The Field (from Brainstorms) Someone is planting seeds all around me.I lie down in the barren field,close my eyes and count to ten. Nothing. I close my eyes again and listen.The airplane flying overhead.The gentle sway of distant tree limbs moved by the breeze.The...
They Tried to Contain Her
They Tried to Contain Her (from Within My Illusions) They tried to contain her with concrete wallsand massive boulders,sandbags piled high along the shore.They compelled her to staywithin her bounds. But I stood on the edge of the cliffand watched her seep through...
Trespassing
Trespassing (from Brainstorms) I don’t belong here. I’m trespassing in someone else’s neighborhoodas I turn off the main roadand onto the quiet, tree-lined streets where people live. This is where I’ll take my walk todayand no one will know the difference. The woman...