Butterfly

Gravity and Graveyards

Your pops pulls up on me in butterfly form at the most meaningful moments.

For this and more I am infinitely grateful.

Long live Emile.




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Smile Inner Child, I gotchu

Little girl dreams and memories gave way to conscious growing woman intentions and desires…

Hold my hand little Tiffany. 

I’m creating something so beautiful for you -will you let me?

Will you connect with me?

Will you forgive me? 

Will you trust me? Intimately?

Will you let me remind you that you are more than a mermaid and brighter than the moon?

Will you remember that Lita-Marie and Michael love you unconditionally?

Will you forgive them, and her, and her and those guys too?

Will you let go?

Like a Mickey Mouse balloon at Disney? ( you remember that? *laughs)

I mean, you are going to need two hands to receive these gifts that God’s got for us and you are going to need two hands to share them. 

Will you listen as I tell you all the things we have to be grateful for everyday?

Will you promise to take a deep breath in the middle of your temper tantrum? 

Will you remember that I still love you when you don’t? 

I’m creating something so beautiful for you -will you let me?

Will you connect with me?

Will you forgive me? 

Will you trust me? Intimately?

Yes- says Little T.

Little girl dreams and memories gave way to conscious growing woman intentions and desires.


smoke + mirrors

smoke + mirrors

he was

was he (?)

didn’t stick around to find out

listened to my heart no songs it sang

loved me to much

worked on me to much to treasure hunt with these nig-   Laughs

I am the gold

I have goals

foolin’  with smoke and mirrors ain’t one of ‘em

smoke + mirrors

he was

was he (?)

didn’t stick around to find out

Writer’s note:  things that are real tend to be clear – it is or it ain’t