I realized something 
in your eyes, love, and I think 
it was our future.

There I was with my 
doe eyes wanting you to want 
me as I did you.

the best memories
are being made by you right 
now here in this life

Every moment takes
me somewhere. I just never
know exactly where.

The sounds are quiet.
The air is still and cold. The 
night waits for the sun. 

There's melancholy
warmth in grey skies and cold nights
for Winter's come home.

Live and let live and
live and live and live and live
and live and let live.

His gaze locked on her.
She laughed and thought, I sure hope 
he's looking right now.

"You know, everyone
has love in them. Some people 
just don't use it all."
-Rita Overby

Reading by iphone
flashlight app and Netflix Fireplace,
nothing warmer.

It was their first date 

and they talked and talked about

others' marriages.

You can be my 
sunshine and I will be the clouds 
on the horizon.

"...every detection 
of what is false directs you 
toward what is true..." 
-Og Mandino

The crow flies between 
two trees. Must be nice having 
a vacation home.

I love the fog, so 

cozy and low. It feels like 

I'm walking on air.

From the hills of where
I am to the seas of where
you are our hearts live.

The moon, the moon. That 
grey lovely pulling me here
and there. Ah, the moon.

"Let me be your
ruler. You can call me Queen Bee
and, baby, I'll rule."  
                                           -Lorde

She was parched. The
world was dry around her. The 
dry overcame her.

I listened to music
from my youth and I couldn't 
dig it just couldn't

I miss all the precious 
time I squandered before 
I had my children.

Once I went to the 
wax museum and it was 
really super creepy.

I'd walked the quiet
streets paved between the rows and
rows of mobile homes.

We lived in a 
trailer park and listened to Jane's 
Addiction on cassette.

Everything's under
this blanket of winter. Cold, 
grey and far away.

The cat she likes to 
snuggle more in this cold dark
and I like it too.

The sun's cold grey rays
these days leave us early for 
the cold shade of night.

No idea's so 
perfect it should be set in stone, 
but written in sand.

I can't find the words. 
I've searched and searched in vain and
nothing. There's none there.

I've known him so long,
yet I can't stand near him without 
needing his kiss.

I'll walk beside you
through every heartache, every
joy, each sigh, each tear.

The moon had that star
near it like a beauty mark 
on a lady's face.

She writes about her
London the way I reminisce 
about New York.

It was cold, then the 
sun came and warmed us and the 
birds began to sing.

"You help me sing my 
song. You right me when I'm wrong.
Maybe I'm amazed..." 
                                    -Paul McCartney

The season had 
painted the trees and weeds of my 
youth a frosty shade. 

You are not good and 
you are not bad, but you are
both all together.

The child squealed with 
delight. She said aloud what 
we were all thinking. 

With those knowing eyes 
she was not a baby, but 
a little woman.

When he said, "Be the
change you want to see in the 
world" he was right.

"I bless the rains down
in Africa. I bless the rains 
down in Africa." 
                               -Toto

"Death cannot stop true
love. All it can do is delay
it for awhile."
                         -Westley

You danced with me. I 
didn't know you would and I
stand here smiling still.

I love the sounds of 
their sleeping breath near me through
the cold, black, long night.

He talked in that way
that told a story with each
syllable he breathed.

She lived in the gum
drop trees, on marshmallow dunes
near the River Fudge. 

The morning was dark 
and so cold. It took so long
to become the day.

Oh, you, sky that I 
could fly in to and float through
forever, always.

I thought I hadn't 
read it and I had. The poems
were marked with stars.

She was not the babe
I thought I'd have and I felt
like a bad mother.

She made fun of him 
to her parents and it made 
me super angry.

She sings me songs. Her

voice is a whisper. She knows 

what my heart might need.

"For here you are, 

standing there, loving me whether

or not you should."

                  -The Sound of Music

He had on a button-
down shirt and our kiss at 
midnight was awkward.

Speaking of that New Year's
Eve, I don't remember it 
particularly well. 

I was twenty. There 
was sweet vermouth on the rocks 
and a New Year's Eve.

He stroked what he thought 
was the baby's leg, but it 
was really my hand.

The cat slinked across 
the yard. Unaware was the 
bird of its demise. 

She squished dandelion 
seeds in her fingers. I saw 
wonder on her face.

Sometimes you have to 
make a million things before 
you make one thing great.

The day felt so dark. 
It wasn't, completely, but 
it sure felt that way.

We traipsed around
Barcelona with cards until 
we got asked to leave.

My writing is sad.
It won't come out today. It 
wants to be alone.

That city was so 
clean, I'd thought, and no one was
out before seven.

I called to tell him
his grandbaby lost a tooth,
he said, "So did I." 

They ashed, flicked then kicked 
their cigs to the street at the 
same time. It was weird.

Ready on the set.

Scene one, take one. Lights, camera, 

action! CUT! And scene.

I write about me
'cause that's what I know and 
I think you'll understand.

The story haunts me 
and will for my whole life. I'll 
dream of it tonight.

"When times go rough
won't you lay me down in tall grass and 
let me do my stuff."
                                    -Fleetwood Mac

As she moved by I 
heard her hip pop and I felt 
I knew her better. 

I asked him to dream 
about me and all night I 
wondered if he had.

A mended fence works 
as good as new, just a spot where 
the wood is brighter.

Call me a hippie,
hipster, free-lovin' liberal 
and I'll call you cool.

My heart is a leaf
blowing away in the wind. 
Never just resting.

His harmonica was
sweet. It brought tears to my eyes.
Then he stopped playing.

The gargoyles are 
there to protect my heart. By 
now they're cracked and old.

I'm living someone
else's dream and daydreaming 
away my own life. 

He lives his own dream
out there while I'm in here living
someone else's. 

The moon came out 
early to greet the world. She couldn't 
wait to hang with us.

I could tell by his 
sheer glee that something bad was 
about to happen.

One is loosing her
teeth and the other one is 
pushing her teeth through.

The sounds of 
Superman, a fire and lady babies 
chomping cookies.

I remember 
biking in the snow and ice, sad 
hearted in Boise.

The sky was everything 
today. Black, blue, rains, winds, 
white clouds, sun and shine.

Life, the tragic art.

We couldn't do without sirens and 

muses to guide us.

I would venture to
say that villains aren't caught 
chillin' all that often. 

The baby laughed through
the door window as I raked 
the leaves in the yard.

The conversations
I have now start with, "Hello"
end with, "Don't touch that!"

From my front window
I watch the cars drive by, the 
people walking, too.

It might've seemed that
way, but I wasn't sleeping. 
No, I was dreaming.

I am not okay 
with what you said and I want 
it out of my head.

He went through the whole
newspaper blacking out all 
the e's with a pen.

Her wet paws made 

little prints on the porch and it 

was crazy adorbs.

I'm so happy. It 
makes me elevated and half
scared all the damn time.

I don't wanna write 
a poem tonight! I don't, 
I don't, I don't!! Waaah! 

I had to rake the 
leaves before I could write. I 
had to clear my head.

I raked up the slug 

with the leaves, but it was too 

late. He was compost.

I like to think, 'Who's 

behind those dark windows and 

what might they be like?'

She got the wind in 
her hair and was gone. I was 
someone she once knew.