Tuesday, December 6, 2011


 Just another Magpie Tale...

I see you there.
You who is doing such a good job of blending.
You who moves among them all, but is the only one taking monumental steps.
I see you.
Eating your baloney sandwich in methodical bites, straining against societal norms.
Earning your place one lunch table at a time.
So this is what breaking the glass ceiling sounds like:
Slurping soup and stirring spoons.
No time for small conversation for you.
There are revolutions to be won.
Don't worry, sweetheart,
their eyes may be in their coffee cups,
but they all see you, too

Saturday, December 3, 2011

winter whispers

This winter brings
dark days
shadows stretching
despite my chasing them; despair
This winter brings
endless nights
Time slowing
freezing tracks on my face; paralyzation
The return of
My old Foe,
oh metronome of misery--
I hear you ticking
from the other room.

       The prompt of "what is your soul's whisper at this time of year" from Poet's United was a great way for me to put into words how i feel at the beginning of every winter season--anxious and restless.  I suffer from seasonal affective disorder, and winter is the hardest part of the year for me.  This year I am trying to be proactive to continue fighting, moving, when all i want to do is sleep.  Thanks for listening guys.