September 29, 2010

Ringing ears provide
proof that I was given great
love – a dream no more

September 28, 2010

I take this day’s rain
as Universal comment
on my need to breathe

ecentipede: CCXLVII September 27, 2010

the last hot peppers
picked in a gentle, cold rain–
the end of summer

September 27, 2010

Yet again I find
myself discarded for that
which other’s find fault

September 24, 2010

I work to reach a
goal that before now I thought
a mere fantasy

September 23, 2010

I am awaiting
a dear friend’s diagnosis.
Anxiety reigns.

September 15, 2010

Muscles ache and scream
as my stomach rumbles in
our quest to better

ecentipede: CCLXVI September 14, 2010

crickets sing the dawn
lost in the city, lonely
it is what they do

September 9, 2010

Overflowing with
the blessings which I’ve long worked
to make manifest

September 7, 2010

He asks if I’m up
because he misses my voice -
unaccustomed bliss.