Writing through the ache, the joy, they lessons I seem to repeat—trying to find meaning and light in the dark. Always from the heart & honest even when I look bad.
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Light as a feather. Light as a feather. Stiff as a board. Stiff as a board. Light as a board. Stiff as a feather.
By Tina D. Lopez16 days ago in Poets
empty streets at dusk doors locked, curtains pulled tightly dogs mimic sirens
morning light on deck icy coffee meets my lips sun teases summer
stiff fingers trying child-proof cap resists today ibuprofen safe
bathroom floor at night a tear drips from my red nose splat on the cold tile
Family, friends, loved ones—thank you for being here today. This day has been truly remarkable. Kevin remembered to invite me—his bride—to the wedding, despite his habit of attending gatherings with… different company.
By Tina D. Lopez16 days ago in Writers
“Eight,” I announce when Heidi asks, “What’s today’s number?” Everyone else is confused. But I know she means the digit
By Tina D. Lopez17 days ago in Poets
Door slams in my face a hand reaches through the frame I'm stepping forward
By Tina D. Lopez21 days ago in Poets
Sometimes doubt slithers in, venomous as a rattler in tall grass, hissing that I’m too much and somehow still not enough.
They say the odds are thinning— like my hair in the shower drain. I count myself among the improbable. Decent posture.
By Tina D. Lopez22 days ago in Poets
The sky is black wool stretched tight over the world. Stars puncture it — tiny holes, each a broken promise.
By Tina D. Lopez23 days ago in Poets
The first time we broke I explained him like a David Fincher movie — more reveals come with a second viewing.
