Tag: Hope

Red White and Blues

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”

Mother

She runs through the grass and the trees. Moss clings to her bare feet, the dew damp upon her skin. With ease, she dodges the branches and twigs which stretch out to snag her long flowing raven hair. She skips deftly over roots and… Continue Reading “Mother”

Moments in Blue

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”

Thoughts on a Windy November Afternoon

For nineteen years, I was beat and belittled into quiet submission. I was trained to understand I would never measure up. I laughed too loud, I talked too much, I read the wrong things, I didn’t fit in, I didn’t understand my peers. I… Continue Reading “Thoughts on a Windy November Afternoon”

Seed of Hope

Bravely she took his outstretched hand And folded her own into it He offered her solace Peaceful rest Beautiful lyrics An open heart In exchange for…. what? He asked nothing of her Just simply and inexplicably Held forth his hand A soft light shining… Continue Reading “Seed of Hope”

Exit 8 – A Poem by Brandon White REBLOG

A Poem by Brandon White. Exit 8 – A Poem by Brandon White Exit 8The sky was an oil paintingand I was stoned and terrifieddoing 80down i40,as close to Hunter S. Thompsonas I’ll ever be In between moments of sheer panic,I thought of poetry… Continue Reading “Exit 8 – A Poem by Brandon White REBLOG”

A Daily Prayer

May the Light of Love blind us to the faults and imperfections we each have, now and forevermore. tara caribou | ©2017-2021

Through The Window

The first time she climbed through my bedroom window in the middle of the night I was ten and she was eight. She didn’t say anything, just clung to me beneath my purple unicorn blanket and quivered. I wrapped my arms around her and… Continue Reading “Through The Window”

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