And when the grief subsides
What remains is the warmth and joy
Of knowing that this kind of love exists
And for a while, you got to experience it


Lots of days it’s hard to dream
To keep the faith, to maintain steam

At times it seems it’s all for not
So much work for what you’ve got

But still you dream and draw and write
Maintain hope, don’t lose sight

You fill the pages with your soul
Believe the vision, see the goal

Keep on plodding, stay on track
Handle life then get right back

Tell your stories, share your art
Chase your dream with all your heart.

My Hubs, Chris Wisnia, Struggling Comics Artist

Brother Warriors

Brother Warriors
It was never really about
Pushups, crunches
Pinions, stances
Runs, stretches

Instead, it’s about

Knowing that
Even when it’s hard
You don’t want to
Things seem daunting

You can
It’s in you
Keep going.


After the Black Belt

Under This Sky

Hard to believe that under this sky…

Glaciers melt
Seas rise
Habitats vanish
Species disappear

Fires rage
Storms swell, blow, flatten
Cities flood
People die

Some close eyes, ears, hearts
Refuse change
Ignore evidence
Deny responsibility

Under this sky.

Little League Sunset

The View from Here

The mountains today were stunning My Loves
You should have seen all that snow

And the sun through the clouds, the rivers and lakes
Grassy hills in the soft morning glow

And the view from my room, all the poppies in bloom
A grand castle on the horizon

All these visions are sweet but they’ll never compete
With the moment I next put my eyes on


Daily Detritus

Pile of nonsense stacked up so high
Pardon my asking…but please tell me why

It’s so freakin’ hard to put you away
Without somebody’s mama having to say,

“There are shoes in the kitchen! Who’s tissues are these?”
“Could somebody pick up these dirty socks, please?”

You all have a place that I’m sure can be found
Without someone’s mama lurking around.

Body of Evidence

Foot full of screws
Pockmarked knee
Wild white hairs where the stitches used to be
Scalpel lines
A crooked pinky
All proof of resilience, survival.

Spider veins, belly skin loose from growing life
Calves taught from years, miles on the trail
Freckles, moles, wrinkles from days in the sun
Biceps thickened pushing strollers, carrying babies, diaper bags, sports gear
Hands worn from hours in the garden, the kitchen
Feet with painted toes, rough from walking barefoot
All proof of contentment, joy.

The first sandals of Spring 2019!

Mornings with Annie

In the inky black morning
I slip on my shoes
And fasten your leash
And we step out into a world that is mostly asleep

Except for…
The hooting owls
The hopping bunnies
The chattering bats
The winking stars
And the earliest birds singing,
“Wake up Sun! It’s almost time!”

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In the Garden

When the sun splits the clouds
And the flowers bloom
Bees buzz and birds sing
It’s hard to remember
That there is anything other than joy in the world.

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Fresh Air and Exercise

Complain as they might
About shutting off devices
And getting off the couch
And putting on a jacket
And getting out their bikes
I know that they know
This is the best way to start the day.

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