I sit on the porch and stare at the road
When we’d drive to the forest
before we got old
Sang the songs on the radio
on top of our lungs
Eating blue lollipops,
laughing at the stains on our tongues
Mama, mama
Don’t know where it ended,
But there were always you
mama, mama
Told me “I’ll always hold you
My baby blue”
Cruising down the old 55
Seeing deers and moose
pointing with exited eyes
At the cows running loose
You wanted to show us all the wonders of the world
Your golden hair in the sun
And the songs of the birds
Mama, mama
I saw it clearly, your compassionate heart
Mama, mama
Loving us all right from the start
Visiting lakes and picking mushrooms in the woods
By the side of the water where our campfire stood
Telling scary stories til we’d be scared to be out
Driving us home, saying our prayers for the night
Mama, mama
A poetic folklorist
in sunglasses
Mama, mama
A storytelling wife
Living on as she passes
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 10:17 AM UTC
i dreamed you were alive,
i was up all night
i dreamed you were alive,
and you quit out of spite
i dreamed you were alive,
and no one told me it wasn’t right
i dreamed you were alive,
i dreamed all night
i dreamed you were alive,
there wasn’t any fright
i dreamed you were alive,
and you held me so tight
i dreamed you were alive,
you were feeling alright
i dreamed you were alive,
your eyes shined green and bright
i dreamed you were alive,
until i woke from morning light
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 2:15 PM UTC
my mother have survived the unsurvivable
she's beat the odds time after time,
she have banished all the unwelcome evil
from her body in the name of Jesus,
Her blood's been cleaned, and her body restored,
though, she refused a doctor for the sickness in her mind
for it brought her comfort,
for all the beatings her body took
she thought the brew of grapes, Jesus's blood,
would be the salvation of her mind
i believe she knew, before she passed,
that she'd been wrong.
The very thing that held her, became the very thing that killed her
and that's all there is to it
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 6:04 AM UTC
I sleep with a big teddy bear every night,
she wears your big, pink “EAGLE” t-shirt.
It has lost your smell years from now,
but still, it brings me comfort.
Three years from home were never supposed to be five,
I always thought I’d come home first.
She’s the closest to you I’ve cuddled for a long time
and I wonder, did you forget about the t-shirt?
Or did you just let me steal it?
It’s been 7 years, did you wonder where it went?
Did you still think about it now and then?
Were you sad that you lost it?
Do you think about it in your hospital bed?
Or was it just another t-shirt?
I wish I could give it back, and I’m sorry,
but now I need it.
But if you come back home,
I’ll wrap it up real nice with a bow
after I take it to the washers and clean it.
Please, do come home,
and I will finally give you back
your pink “EAGLE” t-shirt.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 5:21 PM UTC
Warm night gloom paint the living room
and Lady red casts a stare,
a dead flower still in bloom!
my heavy hearted tune.
Lady red holds her stare,
and trace a finger on her glass,
as she breaks her empty glare
her eyes gets locked with care
On a wine glass stained in red
she lets the last drop swirl around
making tears for her wine to shed
before she puts it down
But the glass breaks in a loud chime
and she bathes in the pool she made of blood
when she dies another time
Lady red tells me she’s fine
Lady red’s in my mommas clothing,
Lady red’s soul is floating,
Lady red, where are you roaming?
Lady red, where is my mother?
Then Lady red goes to dream
and in the morning she seems
to have forgotten it all
until the sun start to fall
And
Warm night gloom paint the living room
and Lady red casts a stare
a dead flower still in bloom!
my heavy hearted tune
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 2:43 PM UTC
I’ve said goodbye, a tear in my eye,
And now I must be gone
My arms are wings, out of all things
And I’ve got a broken bone
If you look for me, don’t look too hard,
I’m nursing myself whole
And I’ll be where the snow parades
And the moon turns to glow
I’ve found a place to build my fence
Of sticks and of fir cones
My beak is sharp, my grip is tense
And with my feet I hold
The prey I’ve caught, who could’ve thought
That I could be this bold
My wings flap freely, oh so freely
To my new found home
I sing so loud I’ve gotten a crowd
And my bone is almost whole,
My mind is quiet, as the world riots
Of joy and of sorrow
My nest is done and the rest is now
Up to the final blow
Farewell, Evelina, a final bow,
I’ve decided to become a crow
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 2:29 PM UTC
You woke me last morning,
My door open wide,
Your gentle, tapping feet
Sinking into my side
Like years ago, when
I’d kiss you with a smile
And you’d curl up on my neck
And we’d sleep for a while
I loved you dear, all of the time,
We’d bother each other,
Like mother and child
You’d wake me up,
Or the other way around,
with soft small paws
Or small hands of mine,
We’d wake each other,
to lay side by side, only for us
to sleep for a while
I rarely see you anymore,
Though, sometimes I’m sure
I smell your fur against my nose
And your heartbeat on my pulse,
I see your fur, warm, white,
bean-shaped black spots
on your head,
Black ears, Black back
And black tail behind.
Am I still on your mind?
Like you are on mine
When I can’t sleep at night.
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 3:18 PM UTC
My eyes are feeling heavy,
My body’s warm and tired,
So cast your spell of weary,
For my sleepy head to lie
I have no song to play,
My set is all done,
Fill the room with harmony,
I’ll lay my head down,
The lamps are out, fairy lights,
I’ll drift away to stars now,
Dream dreams of hazy scenes,
Until you take your bow
Let me see the country road,
And my eyes shall be closed,
Sing of dreamy sights
I’ll make up in my mind,
let me drift to your song,
Sing to me like a child,
And don’t you stop,
Til mornings gone,
And we get back to our lives
Play my mind, hypnotize,
Let me chase the starlight,
Beautiful colors, flowing tides,
Waves against the night,
Let me escape, lullaby band,
I don’t want to live firsthand,
It is bleak, but it’s life,
So play as long as you’d like
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 1:34 PM UTC
Regularly, I see the wild eyes
Of my dear younger mother,
she sits by the place where she now lies,
On the sofa under the covers,
Grey fluffy piles and her fingertips,
through my hair they wandered,
her mind alive, her eyes likewise,
through my head she wanders,
I don’t mind if she stays a while,
Besides,
I am longing for no other,
Step aside and let inside
My dear younger mother
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 8:37 AM UTC
At the end of the day,
ever since i was a babe
i used to say
“oh my darling lord,
will you please lay
all people’s suffering on me
and let them be sane”
but as i look around,
nothings changed,
i’m merely a person in pain
with all the rest,
so tell me god, was it all in vain?
i never asked to be the messiah
i just wanted peace upon all
and was willing to pay,
and i’m still that little girl,
praying to god
about granting me fairytales
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 5:32 PM UTC