Seen through many lenses

poetry and writings based on the truth of life. Everyone sees through their own lenses. Trade glasses with someone else and view your world…All of us are selective sinners….We choose the sins we are comfortable with, and judge others that commit the ones we're not comfortable with.

believing

  • build it

    Grief has a way of making a room out of the bodyand asking us to live there, We learn the shape of silencethe weight of a phone not ringing the chair that stays occupied by absenceStill, we keep going, not because we are strongbut because the morning arrives and asks for our hands Love is… Read more

  • xenodochy

    the weight settles softly, inside the chest, inside the breathsomething unnamed aches, without edges, without reasonit lingers quietly, asking nothing, taking space days blur together, carried by habit, carried by strainwe move through hours, half present, half fadingstill something reaches, even in the dullness, even in the hurt a stranger appears, fragile and distant, yet… Read more

  • Truth, not embarrassing,

    Being dependable quietly became my identity, and somewhere along the way I trained myself to swallow my own needs so I wouldn’t disappoint anyone. Not my parents or Grandparents, but people: MaybeChurch folk who never found good in any or always had to gossip, complain and whine like nursing babies on dumb-titsOrFolks in the community,… Read more

  • The prairie or The heart

    The wind does not argue here; it instructs!It moves across the plains like a careful lecturer, measuring its sentences in grass and dust. Red earth keeps its counsel beneath our feet, iron rich and quietly persuasive, a text older than any syllabus We learn by looking outward first, fence lines, weather, the patient geometry of… Read more