Chimera Sunshine

you were always


A place I longed to be

A harbor in the storm

Heck–flowers and chocolate!

Go no distance to describe

The way these stem cells of each

Her babies carry her

As she and they 

Grow up

Her eldest may lodge 

In her vision 

Her youngest in her chest

And each in between

Find places in her blood and bone to

Insinuate their eternal

DNA into hers

You might call them sneaky

But she will call them all


Dear to stay

When each day she fears

This child will be too soon

“A grown-assed man, Mom!”


And she will compress and fold

Each memory of her babies

In the laugh lines

Around her eyes.


John 19:1-3 (NIV)
Then Pilate took Jesus and had him flogged. [2] The soldiers twisted together a crown of thorns and put it on his head. They clothed him in a purple robe [3] and went up to him again and again, saying, “Hail, king of the Jews!” And they struck him in the face.

Fireflies in the dark
Defined our early years together
Not the constant noise
Or social ostracism.

More beautiful than
The man-made fireworks
We craned our necks to see

When you were that pesky
Little girl
He was already ahead of you
Closer to prison
Farther from the boy
I must find to love him.

Sometimes, I promise you
The only poetry here
Is in
every careless word
From our story.