Coping 1 & 2 I prefer chasing dust that’s floating in mid air, …dreams. Rather than gathering dust with a dust rag off coffee tables and fireplace mantels …reality. © SB Joy, 2023
American Chestnut The American chestnut is long gone, that doesn’t stop me from hoping in its thunderous limbs. I’m compassion; I’m not compassion. It’s all clinging to thinkings, like: how I think someone how I think I should be. This is the me that pisses; this is the me that reads Buddhist psychology; this is …
The Antique Shoppe on Fourth Ave, Franklin TN The mirrored medicine cabinet leaned on the front porch. That was the draw to the Antique shoppe door, stepping in I saw a brown ceramic cookie jar sporting a windmill scene for sale on a shelf, twenty-five dollars. I’m guessing it cost five dollars forty years ago. …
Skinned A family can survive major pruning. The loss of parent, grandparent, child. However, a family tree can’t survive without its bark. The stripping away of my childhood’s outer layer. The intentional toughing up routines backfired, thinning the skin until raw and every word or touch burned like a bare light socket sunk into my …
Crumb I have a hard time telling differences. Like the difference between a crumb or a loaf. A feast or morsel. I’ve fallen for the same trick since birth. A sleight of hand and a hopeful imagination itching to pull a loaf out of a crumb? You see, what’s obvious to you isn’t to me. …
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