spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
would have been, in days past, that the arguments and pain and hurtful words would have thrown me into a spiral. envisioning red ribbons across pale flesh and splashes of life (precious) dripping onto bathroom tiles. forget the sharp blade, I’d reach for the… Continue Reading “Red White and Blues”
Ripple was the type of dog you don’t easily forget. She had showed up one early-summer morning through my back gate and right on to my back porch as if she’d always lived here. I was sitting at the dining table, sipping my first… Continue Reading “Just a Dog Named Ripple”
it hurts like claws digging inthe betrayalthe wickednessvicious claws tearing, grippingnever letting go it wasn’t just the wordsit was what lay between the wordslies lies lies!and I never saw it comingnever thought it possible how you held my heart in the one handand her… Continue Reading “White Spaces”
you see what you wantyou say I’m a star, blue and distantmaybe you’re not entirely wrongI may be distantbut the cold shoulder isn’t without reasonthe closer I draw inyour gravity, as such, is a magnetI’m drowningor at leastI would beif not for the cold… Continue Reading “Say What You Will”
desperate dreams spread their gossamer threads across my mind, penetrating and perpetuating visions of grandeur. disgusted, or perhaps disappointed, I cast them far, flung open handed and wide. can’t win for losing, a voice whispers, but I snap my fingers and laugh sarcastically. or… Continue Reading “For Better or For Worse”
We sit across from one another at a little diner. The benches are real wood with ducks and hunting dogs carved into them and the cushions are a faded burgundy vinyl. Country western music plays out the speakers but we aren’t really listening. I’m… Continue Reading “Moments in Blue”
I was reading another blogger’s post earlier titled the very same thing and I thought, yep, that’s what I need to do this morning. In times of distress and anxiety, I find it best to do this: remain ever grateful. Winter in Alaska The… Continue Reading “20 Things I’m Thankful for Today”
Art Consignments in Ninilchik, Alaska
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Poetry by Charles Joseph
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
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a collection of short poetry from an autistic mind
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