That Never Was

I spent my life grieving “The child that never was”.

Rarely allowing, myself, a moniker of love

The betrayal of trust is the haunt of one’s nights

Ill-conceived approval, the destruction of rights

“Woulda!”, “Coulda!”, “Shoulda!” the resounding call

Destiny changed course, within the demon’s maw

Every Day Magic

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Finding a close parking spot when you’re tired or sore

Being the open face someone needs to tell secrets to on a bus, in the grocery, in a bathroom stall

Arriving on time no matter how far you’re running behind

Seeing omens in everyday items and heeding them

Showing up in an empty store and watch the people magnet to it while the confused staff has to hustle to catch up.

Having just enough stamps

Never missing a bus

Hitting an airline connection just right so there is no layover after all

Invisibility (Linda Looney)

I am an invisible person.

I’m sure you’ll disagree

But you’ve been well versed in

How to visualize me.

Maybe scorch-eye my belly

Disapprove my thickened thighs

Look down your nose at me ready

to allow me to be humanized

then possibly you’ll witness me

Become familiar and un-stigmatized

Homing Sister

Sister, the wildflowers have grown tall in what once were ruts

tracing our roots back to our Goddess time bleeding

a dog path racing our boots back to the first greeting

Surprised at the ease of our friendship, I noticed

The wild grass has grown tall in what once bore dust

Weaving our roots together intimately intriguing