POEM - REALIZATION

It came to me
Like a September morning
Like a blue sky gone gray
It swallowed me
Then spit me out
Left my mind without a way

It stays with me
Like a first born baby
That cries deep into the night
Soft on my shoulder
Heavy on my mind
Casting countless traces of light

I keep it close
Like a whisper in my ear
And give it room to grow
This realization
Something’s not right
Move on ahead move on low

ANSWER

There’s an old warehouse burnin’ down
In a town where no one is born
Flames eagerly kiss the night sky
Kissing the ground by early morn’

In a crowded lot out on thirty-three
Someone’s son is holding a sign
Asking for grace in a life gone wrong
No reflection found in his eyes

Some day we’ll all be gone
Nothing but a stone remains
How much will our love matter
When the story’s always the same

I’m just looking for an answer
What does it all mean
If you have an answer
Will you sell it to me
I’m just looking for the answers
I’m a lot like you
I’m just looking for the answers
After the day is through

Adore the bride dressed in white
Smiling shyly behind her veil
Posing pictures in the church light
Counting on life to set sail

See the widow crying on the green lawn
Her baby wanders through the trees
The sky above a devil blue
Over a cradle of sunburned leaves

Some day my name will be lost
But for only where it’s engraved
And nothing in this moment will matter
For the story is always the same

I’m just looking for an answer
What does it all mean
If you have an answer
Will you sell it to me
I’m just looking for the answers
I’m a lot like you
I’m just looking for the answers
After the night is through

PHOTOS - SPRINGSTEEN

PHOTOS - SPRINGSTEEN

POEM - DANIELLE

Fifteen years gone
Now I cry for you
Who would have known
I would cry for you
Your American face
Your childlike ways
A girl woman like me
Looking for a place to belong
You rose like a vision
Tight in my throat
Long ago mourned
Taken too soon
I listened to the headlight song
And Let myself cry for you

POEM - When I am a Mother

When I am a mother

I will not cut my long hair
Or drive a mini van
I will wear heels to the mall
I will work out five days a week
And never spank my child
I will keep up with the latest music
I will write in my journal daily
I will go back to school

and still see the concerts and movies

that i enjoy
I will not have cartoons on all day
I will not eat my child’s macaroni
I will not lose myself
I will not lose myself

PHOTOS - Black & Whites

POEM - Twisted Games

i can see in his eyes
masked bravery
at the sound of my words
insecure spasm he’s learned to hide
with a reminder of my love,
my fearless love that will not
be broken tattered shaken
though maybe for a moment
in my own anxious need
to find sanctuary at the thought
of some day losing him

PHOTOS - Ireland

View from Claire Island

Claire Island Beach

A Session in Doolin

View from the road

These flowers are everywhere in every color

Graveyard near Dublin