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If Only

Tipping back across time

Distant stirrings of memories lost

Or misplaced

Or never lived

 

I think of you and yearn 

for the life we could have had

 

If only

 

If only we weren’t so broken then

Like brilliant shards of glass strewn along acres of lost hope

 

Biting words irretrievably spoken 

Bruised arms left too weary to hold

 

If only our love could have survived the

Embedded pain of our youth

 

Imagine how amazing we could have been​​

 

 

Egerton Community Literary Magazine, Fall 2019

Winner of Reader’s Choice Award 

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God is Like a Waitress in the Sky

 

God is like a waitress in the sky
who has worked
at the local diner 
for as long as you can remember.

 

She stands patiently at your side.
pen and pad in hand
while you pour over a long list of menu items
that seems to go on forever.

 

If you aren’t ready,

She’ll come back
give you time
to get yourself together.

 

Sometimes small talk leads
to confessions,
which She absorbs
like the grease on her rumpled white apron.

 

She may try steering you clear
of less savory options,
which you can choose to ignore

because that’s your prerogative.

 

She doesn’t much care what you order
but that you order something,
after all
you are taking up valuable real estate.

 

When you’re ready

She jots down your selection
and goes away 
for a while.

 

You never know for how long
but when you’re really hungry,
it seems to take
forever.

 

Sometimes

She plans it that way
to build character because
that’s Her prerogative.

 

When your order arrives
it may look and smell and taste
just the way you like;
that makes you happy.

 

Or it might look and smell and taste
terrible
which makes you mad.

This is NOT what I asked for! you complain.

 

But She knows better.

 

With a smile, 
and an imperceptible roll of the eyes

She turns, 
and walks back to the kitchen.

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Egerton Community Literary Magazine, Fall 2019

Winner of Reader’s Choice Award 

I Rose

 

When I left you,

You promised to make my life a living hell

You promised to do me harm,

To take me down or out

You promised this and more

 

And yet

 

Despite the veiled threats

The humiliation

The mind-games

 

Despite the cruelty

Divisiveness and hate

 

Despite playing our daughter

Like a sacrificial pawn in 

Some twisted game of chess

 

I rose

 

I rose like the fire-lit dawn

After the blackest of nights

Crying a warning

Of the coming storm

 

For the longest time,

I wanted to hurt you

As badly as you hurt me

 

I wanted to see you suffer

To lay you out

Gagged and bound

Defenseless under my relentless fury

 

I wanted to hear your stifled voice begging for mercy

I wanted to feel your guilty heart pounding in your chest

I wanted to see your eyes wild with fear

For what I could do to you

 

Because of what you did to me

Because of what you did to our daughter

 

But I did not

 

Instead, I chose to take my daughter’s hand

And walk away

Leaving you standing amid

The ruins of the war you waged

On the two people who loved you most

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Egerton Community Literary Magazine, Fall 2022

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