One third of a year, an entire season and then some... May to September

yadda yadda.... The point is: I've been back in Oregon four months now and I can honestly say I don't regret the move one bit. I'm seeing through clearer eyes than six years ago and am not the restless, hopeless, empty bottle I was then either. (Not completely vehemently, anyway. )

With a sunset view like this everyday...  How could today be anything but blessed and how could tonight be anything but unpredictable? And how could tomorrow be anything but welcome?

BloodLetting

blood·let·ting (bldltng)
n.
1. Bloodshed.
2. The removal of blood, usually by opening a vein.

Naked before my waiting spoon

Drops of water and a smirking moon

Fit my world in a flat balloon

August until the 2nd June

Wasting time and I’m bloodletting

Refuse to see, it’s too upsetting

Loop-dee-loo now I’m forgetting

Honest a lie and no regretting

Until it’s time to break more skin

Please let me hit that once again

Chase my tail, and watch me spin

Promise to die and do me in

Leave my soul out in the yard

Can you see where I am scarred?

Now my doorways must be barred

I fall down hard. I fall down hard

I must have lost my Vulcan mind

Threw away too much time  

desperate for just one more dime

Now it’s calling …this  this life of mine

Melinda Marinko

Written Spring 2010 to Summer 2011