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Overwhelm (The Clutter Song)   

February 2018



Spent the last 20 minutes

Staring down a pile of papers

Not sure who won that contest

But it’s giving me the vapors


I’d like to outside and play

And join the world of people

But right now I feel stuck

Watching the monster piles creep all

Over the house



I’m Oh-Ver-Whelmed with clutter

Can’t get it outta my head

I’m Oh-Ver-Whelmed with clutter

It’s gonna over run my bed


Can’t see my way clear

Don’t know what to do

There’s a riptide of stuff sweeping me away

Could you help, help pull me through?



A rising tide lifts all boats

But this is smothering my life

Was gonna write a book, but I lost my notes

Guess I’ll just sit here and hide


What do people do

When they feel this way

How do they keep the darkness out

And the clutter at bay?

I’ll wait…(I have to, the door’s stuck shut)



I’m Oh-Ver-Whelmed with clutter

Can’t get it outta my head

I’m Oh-Ver-Whelmed with clutter

It’s gonna over run my bed



Can’t see my way clear

Don’t know what to do

There’s a riptide of stuff sweeping me awayy

Could you help, help pull me through?



Just sittin’ here now

Singin’ this song

In a tiny voice


If I do it any louder,

The house’ll come down

In a crash of thunder


I put out a note

Out the window 

For the postman to see (oh, please see)


Now I wait…

And now I wait….




I’m Oh-Ver-Whelmed with clutter

Can’t get it outta my head

I’m Oh-Ver-Whelmed with clutter

It’s gonna over run my bed


Can’t see my way clear

Don’t know what to do

There’s a riptide of stuff sweeping me awayy

Could you help, help pull me through?


Oh look there’s a light

Someone’s comin’ through

Could be George or Bonnie or Danny or Sue

I need help, I bet you do too

Together we can pull, we can pull on through

Outta this mess!


Liz Huff Copyright 2018


Three Purrs and a Window (Meditation on a Tigger)

April 5, 2018


Three Purrs and A Window


Sometimes I feel bad for my cat. 


He just wants to be near me; he follows me around, thinking we’ve settled in one place only for me to remember I need a plate, a kleenex, that book I left by the front door. 


He dutifully gets up and plods along behind me; I can practically hear the sigh under his furry breath when he nears my latest destination, only to see me turn and move elsewhere.


He purrs a lot, this cat. 


He emits purrs almost without reservation, which is an unusual thing for a feline. Such a deep reservoir of sound, audible across a room, tangible up close. I wonder sometimes if the well will run dry.  Has a cat ever run out of purrs?


We play a game of chase: he’ll run up to me, stop short, and gallop away, rocking horse style, hiding behind a green velvet chair. I run by the chair, he leaps out, paws upraised, as though to bring down an errant gazelle. I cackle madly, full of glee, and continue running to the end of the living room and back, around the stove, through the kitchen. He attempts to cut me off at the pass between the sink and the window alcove, again with the gazelle thwarting leap. I laugh, he collapses in his favorite chair, and purrs.


My heart flips over in the cognizance of joy.



Copyright Liz Huff 2018


Butterfly/love (A short reflection on change…)

When push comes to shove,

I often find myself on the receiving end 
of stubbornness:

My own resistance to change,to life’s attempts to rearrange 
my tidy kingdom.

I swat away helping hands:demands, however gentle they may be,wear like sandpaper on my skin;thinly veiled reprimandsissued from soul to self:

“Don’t be so needy, so greedy.You can stand on your own two feet,Alone.”

Yes, but once I’ve learned to stand,there is no shamein leaningon friendly armsthe harms of bad relationshipare not to be found here.

Today is not yesterday.I am more than I was.We are settled in space,a kind of lovely sweet grace,that embraces this new be-ing.

Full of gratitude,Wishing for latitude to be grantedfrom and to my ornery selfI sit in silence and take it in.

My life, all life, hard won.I will not will it away - no matter how tempting the old ways.Today’s a better place

and only just begun.

As the "news" rolls by..

Every day - 

day afterday

after - 

like the worst ticker tape parade

you can imagine - 

the headlines roll by
the massacres

the injustices
the childbridesthe sextrafficking

Then like a paint bomb
the latest ridiculous

outrageof some minor celebrity

washes up over the screen

that which we would prefer
to have seen


I've felt it myself

"fatigue", they call it -

Tired of hearing about war,
we are tired

of all the bad news 
from abroad;

we change

our channels

dull our minds as we sit in flannels

sipping hot chocolate
and eating ice-cream.

But what about the people on the 

other side of 
that screen
the ones 

wearing fatigues

the ones whose bakeries are destroyed
under the theory that bread is life

 -  if you destroy their access to


you destroy their life

I don't know what

I can do about all this

what can we do about all this

is life really all about this

how do we allow this?

Sometimes at night I dream

I am running, screaming


I wake,wonder if I'm bleeding

from the bombs others are feeling

is someone reaching out to me

from their dreams?

Halfway across the world

yes, believe it or not it's the same world

even as I sit here listening to Ella Fitzgerald,

"they can't take that away from me"

right now

A could-have-been me is losing, has lost


Even here in my own town

Freedoms I squander for granted
are supplanted by our very own human traffickers

out of sight
under our noses

rarely are we supposing

it could happen *here*

but  -  it does.

Amanda, Gina and Michelle

what kind of hell have you been 

just a few miles away from 
where I live?

All too easy it is not to "see"

all too easy to walk down the street

ignoring the signs nipping at our feet

like mongrels hoping for scraps of our 


My intention is to be different.

What is yours?

"We are but dust"


“We are but dust”


But the dust is beautiful

Tiny grains of ever earth

All that is human





A handful blown into sunny motes

Contains a thousand trips

down highway six,

the remains of 

family vacation

meals on the side-away



powder from your mother’s compact

resin from bow of brother’s bass


tiny smashed down bits of Christmas trees

and rosemary needles

from fancy dinners

crystal shards

of broken windshields

worn down,

winking in the starlight


We are but dust

But dust is every thing


Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

Formed out of everything

To everything we return


To nourish the land of our ancestors

To sustain the hand of our children


As a nation is built upon

the detritus

of its history

So too are we created and recreated anew

Out of



Liz Huff May 25, 2013


Back To Zero

Once upon a time


I thought I knew

it all.


Men - I had your number

in slumber or in waking

I had you quaking in my boots


Job, I had you in my hand, 

the broadband of employment at my enjoyment

next move unplanned.


Didn't matter, I could disband and

move into my dreamland 

any time I wanted.


Once upon a time


I learned I couldn't do 

it all.


(Now I ) Gotta reboot, reshoot

the vision of my life

I ain't nobodies's wife and 

that's okay 

but someday


I want 

to  want a man 

who wants to stay.


Career in arrears

I've sheered off a few years

I coulda used to make my mark

it's stark, the difference between

what I thought would be

and coulda been 

and how am I here again?


Once upon a time


I thought  - you only get one chance

at the brass ring or the romance


But now I find

with a little tarnish on my game 

I can tame

the crazy, the lazy, the whoops-a-daisy

no shame in the future being hazy


I do what I can do 



I've been broken 

and pulled apart.

Now I got a

fresh start.

Amateur hour 

ain't nothin but a

good heart learning 

the hard way

about the right way

that's the art that

sets us apart

and pulls us together

the tether 

between the me and 

the you.


So now I set it back to zero

I'm nobody's hero

but I can begin 

to learn now

I got the burn now

can discern what I want and can do now

I'm the intern on the upturn now

ready for what life's been waitin to show me.


Don't you shoofly me


I can be

just about anything.


Just watch me.


(Now you've seen the twist

the turnin'

the lazy Susan

I'm usin

to rewrite hist'ry

this silly myst'ry

of living - 

This acrobatic syllabic musing

I hope

is not bruising

or contusing

if we shadows are not amusing

remember we are just cruising through,

with friendship infusing

this thing 

called life)


Liz Huff copyright 2013 (written March 22, 2013)







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