Living with Disease
Once you have a treatmentYou don’t seek to find a cureLiving with disease is easierIf you can half of it You never want to have it allBecause giving up what you haveIs harder than you thought
You’ve Tried
You’ve tried the water to drench your desire.You’ve tried the calm to center your storm.You’ve sucked the air to starve the fire.And hoped the smoke will still the swarm. But it’s been awhile since you found passion beyond your own. A hurricane to spawn your tornado.A flood to overwhelm your walls.The fuel to light and…
Walk-In Appointment
Sitting in the empty waiting roomHoping to get the first walk-in appointmentI marvel at how comfortable the room isWith a cozy couch, Avant garde chairsAnd traditional decor. The first appointment arrives.She’s in and out in momentsBut the room fills up.It’s standing room only. I step outside to the hallTo take care of businessAs each one…
Obituary: Charles Bradford “Brad” Whitesides
August 12, 1950 - November 1, 2022 Charles Bradford “Brad” Whitesides was born August 12, 1950, in Shreveport, La. He graduated from C.E. Byrd High in 1968 and LSU in 1972 in Journalism. He dedicated his professional life to his clients, elections, issues and persuading everyone around him to think more deeply, live more intentionally,…
What’s the difference between a motherAnd a fatherA sister and a brotherYour grandmother SunnyOr Pa and MimiThe lady with the dogsThat lives down the streetThe man in the theaterWho is saving a seatThe sleepy dancer who comes and goesAnd where she’ll end up, nobody knowsThe nanny who held you firstThe lady who sold your mommy…
Crepe Paper
Watching my crepe paperskin slide Over the musclesI moveAs I reach for the tonicEach morning To give me the energyof youthto age Through another dayand see my skin Wrinkleand slide Again Tomorrow I thinkof my mother’s handsAs they aged around the Star sapphire That retained its beauty Even after her Death
Wonder
Obsessed like a childWith a wondering mindWith a wonderful playthingWith a wondrous smileIn a wondering momentOver a marvelous mileWhen we float throughThe memories Joyful and mildAnd I lie in stillness Considering the wildWhere you’ll dance in my mindOr even insideMy life.
Understudy
I am the understudy, better rehearsed than the star. Not getting a performance, but ready in any case to step onto the stageand shine.