The Voices In My Head

Step straight up
and straight down
your feet won’t get wet from the dew
And it doesn’t work
but that’s okay because sometimes
the cold wet is welcome
and sometimes
decades later
you find yourself
Stepping straight up
and straight down
and it still doesn’t work
your feet still get wet
your heart catches
and you are there

The oven can wait on the cake
the cake can never wait

Don’t let the pans touch
in the oven
where they touch will burn
I wonder…
will it?

a peck of dirt
tomato poison

Don’t waste time
Isn’t she cute thinking she doing
anything that matters

Take the right classes
make the right choices
learn a trade in case
your husband leaves you
college prep
teach this, teach that, to this, no wait
follow my dreams
no mine
when do I get to follow my own

The voices
that haunt
the silence
they speak
the loudest
their message
the echos
that remain









Morning settles
silent, cool and damp
I stand in the middle of it all
one with the peace
for thirty seconds
I begin
to explore the silence
still at awe
keys jingling
stepping high, and straight up
without conscious thought
to keep my feet dry
it didn’t work
as it never has
and still
through the dew
feet cold and wet
I become one with the morning
and lose myself


Author: April Wells
Updated June 26, 2015

Brazil again


So… work has taken me back to Brazil. The new hotel is way way better than the last.  The water is hot.  I can control the temperature in my room.  And I slept. 
I’m tired… bone tired… but this morning looks better than last night did. 
I had to suck it up and take a water pill… my legs weren’t happy and it creeps me out to be able to leave finger prints in my shins.  But between the sleep and the meds this morning is way better.


The city is starting to wake up.  Dawn is starting to touch the sky.  It’s going to be a long ten days but it will be good to see the project through. 

On 50

Birthdays come and birthdays go
milestones pass as well
from high atop
this mountain of fluff
I watch as time passes by
so many memories
so many regrets
and yet
through it all
it is what I have learned
what I have kept
that which clings like so many burdocks
that remains
Watch the water
as it flows
this day hour minute second
will never pass again
drop upon drop
tick upon tock
they add up
and you blink
one lifetime

Platitudes and Attitude

The sun will come up tomorrow
— unless it goes supernova and then I guess maybe it won’t
It’s always darkest before the dawn
— who measures these things
The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence
— especially if it gets watered and fed and cared for
Good things come to those who wait
— really, then I think sit right here until it does I shall
There’s no I in team
— nope, but there is me, eat, ate, meat and tea and I’m still exhausted
It’s not rocket science
— nope, it rocket surgery… it’s BRAIN science
When life gives you lemons…
— maybe, just maybe use them as ammunition…
I think I just may take a nap