Words from Inside My Head

thoughts coming from inside my head

therapy

  • Things I would have liked to have had – a little wish list

    a living grandfather for my children, a figure more in proportion, curly auburn hair that                could grow waist length, an early master’s degree                    in poetry,  a fifth or tenth or twentieth anniversary, a way to eradicate the impact some Read more

  • Long Distance

    After three days I became worried, worried that my phone was not out of order, that I’d left it plugged in. I worried that something tragic thing hadn’t happened to  a member of your family, that you weren’t lying dead next to your phone I worried that your memory was fine, that you weren’t lost Read more

  • Conflict 

    You found the tattered bird’s tenacity so amazing and uplifting you could not resist reaching out a hand to offer unannounced and unexpected a tender scrap of your admiration. The startled thing reacted by shrieking back at you, then flying away and landing on a nearby branch where it kept on screeching until you backed Read more

  • Talking About Others – in 3 poetry styles

    Freeverse with some semi-rhymes If you find yourself frequently talking to others about somebody else, about something they’ve often or recently said or done,   rolling your eyes as you describe how they overreact or are too sensitive, then go into detail as you tell of some incident that had happened between the two of you  as you Read more

  • Protected: At The Quilting Bee

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  • a conversation with my dead father … a poem

    40 is younger than you think it is when you’re 40. Read more

  • Cartoon Connection

    I’d rather show you my cartoons than read my outloud poetry in the same room. If we could read our poetry to each other over the phone maybe my uncertainty wouldn’t  show. (you might suspect it in the waning of my voice, but I could always say it’s because we have a bad connection. Read more

  • depression

    Everything is fine, I say, except I feel it coming on  while reassuring others, there’s nothing going on,  I pace about and draw the drapes, and say  there’s nothing I can do,  except to wait. It slithers in, just like a snake, encircling, hissing condemnations, regurgitating memories, taunting  me about myself, as if it wasn’t Read more

  • I wish I loved you

    There once was a man who said  I’d chased him away, with words  of affection spoken in too harsh a tone. This may have been true, or  he may have missed something in the translation. I wish I’d loved him so much I’d have missed him when he was gone, or lost or dead and Read more

  • Protected: When I’m Gone, My Family Tree Will Go With Me,

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