July 15, 2018

I can’t believe we are here. I can’t believe we have to do this. I can’t believe it’s you.  And I just don’t understand this. I just don’t know how to do this.  Holding my breath.


July 2, 2018

It’s july 2. The older you go the more you understand… less and less.    xxoo. happy birthday say.

a mouse. a dog. a bad dream. everyday. everyday. everyday.



June 13, 2018

“We are a lot alike,” she said. “ I am a lot like you”. And then….then I lost her forever.  And I can’t breathe.
If only I could… I would go over the mountains to the river and fish until the day grew long  … I would lay down by the moving current and count my blessings I knew you …. and wish I knew your life more… and I would wish your life was completely filled with joy surrounded by the people who love you as much as I do…who take care of you … listen to you and laugh with you… but that’s just me.  it’s just me… without you. You were supposed to call.
I.   I will love you forever. It’s just me.
. . .
ten days later
ten days later I think. It’s like losing a sister. We never told each other what to do – but we talked to each other… and we were always there for each other.  It was a sisterhood pact. An unbreakable deal. and here I am.  ten days later. waiting. hoping. wishing.
my friend . my sister . my niece is still gone.   Ten days later.   I am still here.

May 24, 2018

B08BB6AD-1F6E-46DD-B8DE-436706250F68Thunderjacket on. Thunderjacket off. Thunderjacket on … 2018.


east of eden 2011

March 31, 2018

Eden BBQ

I met a man here from louisana. he said he had a bad leg and “…this here dog was a good dog but he pulled too much.”

the dog had blue blue eyes.

they looked inseparable, those two. the good dog that pulled too much and the man with a bad leg.

surrounded by mesquite smoke.and white clapboard houses i wondered what it was like to live here in this dusty woodsmoke town… in the middle of the great state of texas…
i was pretty sure i could see God from here.

Eden Texas 2011

March 31, 2018

plastic flamingos strut in a cactus garden.

patches of blue sky promise:  tomorrow

the mountain top will be revealed.


Judith Strasser