Apple Pickin

As the mesh bag breaks
under the coral cove I ponder
of a day made easy
and a time I’m much wiser
There’s beauty in the trees where the apples grow above
Like the fresh scent of cobbler or my momma’s cider
Auntie Em made the milk and daddy made the butter
I pick through the mess of shrubs and clutter
A day’s work is done and I will soon head to town
Where I will sell mommas apples for a ride to Motown
A ticket out of this place
O’ the dreams I will chase


Finders Keepers

His whisky words cut my wounded skin forming scars on my collarbone; blistering and bruising
I trace the rigid feeling below my fingertips
The thought of him enters my brain; uninvited
We hold our breath and he counts to 9
And for one second I forgot where I was; alleviating
Roaring in the night comes a howl
Waiting around the corner a voice came creeping in
‘Finders keepers”
At the palm of my hands lays a heart breaking

This warm Sunday morning

It’s hard to find the beauty in being married to a man that is married to his country

I wake up each day in a half empty bed with the sheets tangled between my legs

Every Sunday I receive a letter saying, “ill be home soon”

And each time I read it my heart begs for you

I open the curtain to this daunting home that the outsiders call “base”

It’s a lot like baseball some hit a home run and make it home safe

My husband is married to his country a commitment so true

Still I fear the day when the knock on my door is from the soldiers and not you

A risk every time I open the door

My heart races a mile a minute and my teardrops fall to the floor

But today is the day the knock is from you

My husband a man with blonde hair, a chiseled chin and eyes so blue.

A man who cannot not promise his day because his country might call and take him away

But a man who promises to keep me safe, day by day I wait.

We head to the dinner on this warm Sunday morning; we sit and talk over coffee

and cheesecake

You tell me our new plans and how we are moving to a new place.

I pace back and forth letting my mind wander

As I dream of a place with fields of sheer pink and dandelion weeds

I repeat to myself “I love this man each day he makes my heart grow fonder”

I take a step back and realize I’m married to a soldier

A man married to his country a man, with the weight of the world on his shoulders.

The married mans mother

He spoke.

The words fell from his lips, they swayed; the salsa.

They lingered.

His breath smells of whiskey and pickled relish; nauseating

Sweet ginger that’s what he needs

I watched in awe; distracted.

He needs more whiskey to talk about his mother

He spoke of her velvet chocolate eyes

How they slowly faded to gray; the tango

His voice shakes

Her soul lifted and her body covered in dirt.

I wait.

“I miss those chocolate eyes”

I miss her.



Broken China

I grew to love the darkness I once knew as a man
a man that once held my world then crushed it into many pieces,

Crushed as if your mother’s favorite fine china set fell to the floor.

There is no getting up now no taping it back together.
I once knew a man I compared to the ocean


so mysterious and full of life, yet when you reach the bottom it is filled with black dark catastrophes you find hidden beautiful life, a world

You don’t want to come back from.


But now I know darkness.


I have let it indulge me.
it devoured me whole and there is no more man,

No man to tell me I’m safe in his arms,
There is just an ocean.


Still, mysterious, yet not like you
there is no man just me and the ocean

I have let it take me and hold me as if it was you
the ocean has now consumed me and holds all my love.

There is no man


All I have is the ocean.

A letter for you 

A letter to you.

Ever since the day I met you things got a litter better and the sun shined a little more.

I used to write about all the hurt I’ve been through but now all I have to write about is you. There are no stormy days,or crashing ocean waves. The storm has calmed and the waters are blue.

Your structured face,your dreamy eyes,and your forgiving,caring,gentle heart.

The day you entered my life I never knew you could or possibly can become so important to me.

Things have changed now and I see this future with you.

When things happen I immediately think let me tell you.

When things goes wrong I think let me tell him,he can make me feel better.

I’m trying to not make this serious.

I’m trying to catch myself before I fall but you’re oh so irresistible.

Your kiss so crave worthy.

Your mind so pure and intriguing.

Let me in.

Let this be something.

This letter to you

Let it change the way I think

Let it change the way I write.

A letter to you.

Thank you

Thank you for giving my heart a break from breaking.