A Friend Creates


An hour ago, I finished reading my friend’s first novel. The time I took to finish was, admittedly, way too long. But, I was determined to read only when I could give my full attention. Falling into the creative work of a friend is something incredibly delicate and special. 

The characters, storytelling, and page-turning quality were present the entire time; I would have found the statement to be true even if I did not know the author. I finished completely pleased with the way everything turned out. However, I really wanted to know what was to come. I imagine my reaction is a goal of any novelist. I immediately contacted my friend and shared my thoughts and feelings. 

I started thinking about how proud I am when a person I know creates something beautiful. These days (and really every day), supporting the people around us who are creating and expressing themselves is beyond necessary. Whether or not thousands of people ever get to read my brother’s essay, see my neighbor’s drawing, or hear my Grandma’s song she learned to play on the keyboard last week is far less important than the support we give each other—at the end of the day.

Perhaps I am being sentimental. But, I will always appreciate the time and energy an artist I know has put into a project. Love is probably the best word.


Z

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Prayers for Mary

Prayers for Mary

5 out of 7 days
She was there
Sitting, wiggling about
Working in her chair
A total pro
Selling her web
Killing the numbers
A diner burger and coffee
Never neglected
On her lunch hour
I know nothing she said
Now, I have nothing
Only best wishes 
For Mary
She pops in my head
Here and there
Hearing the things 
She would say
The scratching of scratch-offs
Cigarette walks with the dogs
—Hers was called Trouble
Oh, I used to have fun
I know all about fun
So, she covered for me 

While I napped on a leather couch
Lucky winners we were to know her
Now, there is nothing?
I hear she is not all there
When she was always there
I do know one thing thing:
I have so many prayers
For Mary


Z

Could have been

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Could have been

Just a minute of your time, please
Let’s have a seat
Need to tell you something
About what could have been

Wrestling in my mind
Over and over
Time and time again—
I have wondered 
What I could have done different;
And if, I could go back, 
I would be the person
Who did make happen
What I think should have been

Please let me finish,
No interruptions, if you don’t mind
I promise not to take
Much more of your time

The moment we are having
Is here and we will never
Be able to go back again

Now, look into my eyes

(I have no more words)
To make you see,
What I do believe,
Could have been…

Z

Never Enough

Never Enough

I want all the best for you
Would give all I have to you
But, it never seems to be enough

When I think of all I’ve tried to do
Dressed you up, gave so much to you:
Money
Time
Pleasures
Treasures
They were never enough

At times, you wanted more than I had
A piggy bank with an endless tank
With tired eyes I tried to say,
“It will never be enough”

I watched you walk away today
I thought of all I want for you
And how much I do love you
Still giving what I can to you,
I just hope, someday, that you might say,
“It was always enough”


Z