Sunflower Cemetery:: Hard Harvest

                Nan’s hands were trembling as she tied ribbons around the bouquet in front of her. She was holding one of the bright yellow sunflowers, with the extra big head and petals reaching out in pointed stretches. Out the window, the flowers that had not been chopped on Harvest Day were beginning to droop, and the petals releasing one a time, big brown heads bare under foggy morning sun, the hairlines were ragged and stained, only the first rows in stark contrast against the white fog.

                Bee was sitting in the window, and Ella was sitting across from Nan, tying twine around other bouquets. Bee had arranged them all, and she was still slowly fitting flowers together in perfect pairs although she was distracter, her eyes flicking up and out the window. Her friend Daisy was coming over, and as always, her grandmother was late dropping her off. Continue reading




The moment you told me I was as pretty as my sister,
if not more so,
was the moment you broke my heart.
Before that, I did not even know you had my heart,
but at that moment I knew that you did
and I also knew there was no other way out.
You had stolen me by stealing confessions of a sin
I dared not confide, the insecurity that blackened
the dark part of my heart that knew no beat-
a small grave of insecurities blossomed in every girl’s bosom.
I loved my sister as much as I adored you,
that is how I knew you would bend me,
because you only give penance on your knees
and you were as pretty as the altar beneath my rosary.

Man Monologue: Turning 22

 ” Every kid should have to move back in with their parents at least once. Getting out that second time, it’s like a man’s first day out of jail (which I also know about); your first reaction is your last bad habit. It’s fucking freedom man, and you learned you only got one life to live staring in that white fridge (or eating off that tray).” Continue reading


 “Well, what’s your real name, then?” Karl kicked at the rusted tressel below his feet, his legs dangling over the rushing river. 

       “If I told you, I would have to kill you.” Shirley shrugged, her pointy chin tilted up towards the sky while Karl kept glancing at the water below them. He looked back at Shirley and noticed then that she didn’t look anything like a Shirley and wondered how he did not notice that before.  Continue reading

Sunflower Cemetery: Soil and Soul


 Image Nan was humming as she cupped a small castle of soil over the sunflower seed. Mother was digging in the basket to unearth more seeds, smiling in the hot spring sun. Ella’s little sister Bee looked forlornly at the rows that stretched forever before them, waiting to have seeds name Edmond Jefferson, Dorothy Brown and Sunshine Pancake pushed unto their barren wombs warming in the inching sun. Continue reading

Was the War Worth It?

Was the War Worth It?

Today they interviewed vets from the Iraq war about the infidels that were taking over the country again. They asked the vets if the war was worth it. Hesitantly, they all in some form said the war was a waste, stating however that their comrades sacrifices were NEVER a waste. I think it was very eloquently said, and true, and I wish to god we would stop sending our men and women into wars, period. I also wish I had the quotes, because it brought me to tears hearing them speak of their comrades sacrifices, and thinking of my Ian who gave his life over there. It still brings me to my knees to think of the last time I saw him.

So here is a little poem about one of my last memories with him.

Going Away to War

I climbed in the back seat,
because the passenger door was stuck.
We were talking quietly of your impending
You told me you were scared
terror only fleeting in rear-view mirror eyes,
before leaning back over the center console
for a Spider-Man-kiss,
momentarily alleviating my own unease.

Everything was so easily fixed

with your big laugh.

By the time I crawled to the front seat,
you were back to just a boy on a date,
unknowingly a martyr in my midst.