Pond Pondering in life’s pond that spreads before me. I watch scum like old memories sink to the bottom out of sight out of mind turning into covert fertile and fermenting mud that I squish between my toes. As the pond grows older it bustles to life before the algae bloom of age consumes all …
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
The Color of The Moon I have worn myself out over the last two moons. Now I am feeling sad teary eyed depressed weary. Every color has become null, a set of emptied arms waiting like the moon in mid-rise and three quarters empty, lonely and teary eyed. As she too waits with outstretched wearied …
Hunting Birds I have a love for fictional bird hunting, pretend geese, grouse and quail. I also have a love for tears, ghosts and lost loves. All things that you might find while trudging through the moors of my damned memories. I imagine myself plodding along in fields, forests and meadows with a 12 gage …
Confession 1101 I like to let the small things, like timeliness erupt into a volcano that takes out a small country with its’ ensuing tidal waves. © SB Joy, 2023 It’s good to be able to laugh at one’s self Anonymous
Ghosty Me In the ghost that was me there were more than a me. There were parts that are missing and parts that were found. Down silent hallways in silent rooms surrounded by stormy voices. Locked in closets, inside locked trunks tied down to floor ties and splintered wood, in splintered minds and splintered souls, …
The Problem: Grandiosity I am the problem, the squirrel cage, with no mathematic solution. No matter where I go, there I am adding up two plus two equals minus me. The same me staring at the same me, with more wrinkles day by day, where my furrowed brow deepens tyring like hell to solve the …
Slosh, the long version There are days when I feel I am a mere slosh of unbalanced chemicals stumbling across a high wire. Today is such a day. This week, full of weaken bottomless days where I experience the rise of rage and the fall of shame Unable to accept the what I am, struggling …
Rearview Mirror If I had my way, this would all take place in the rearview mirror of a fast little gun metal gray Porsche, with those wide skinny tires. The past seems so perfectly reflected in a rearview mirror. Not like those trudged up memories of childhood you get on a therapist’s faux leather couch. …
Matter of Fact. Cycling It’s hard to beat a day like today where fall is knocking on the door, the sun is sleeping in and the sacred aspen air is breathing me in and out as I cycled over four hills and three streams from the cool late morning to the cooler earliest afternoon. © …
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