In a quiet little town-close enough to the coast to look for seaglass in summer. Is a cozy little house-close enough to the woods to watch the leaves change in fall. With a few good neighbors-close enough to share baked goods and gossip in winter. Who sit around a fire-close enough to imagine the warmth … Continue reading A Close Life
My mind is a bowl of alphabet soup. A mess of mental health diagnoses- reach in and pull out a spoonful. Arrange the letters to guess the imbalance that keeps me in vertigo a single cooling blow and I dive into the bowl.
I am a woman- not just a womb. I can create with my love, but also create with my hands. I can build, and grow, and shape, and make; I am prolific as the Earth. I am a woman- not just a potential mother. I have a heart full of love. And I do love … Continue reading I Am a Woman
The storm covered much of the country- a last cry of clinging winter. Snow lighted on half-bloomed buds and winds shook the branches of the cherry tree until soft petals and snowflakes danced together toward the ground.
It's not about the stupid tattoo. Just like it wasn't about the party he skipped, or the ranch he never took me to, or the Valentines date he let his best friend crash. It isn't about the birthday left uncelebrated, or the coffee dates I arranged, or the parties I planned, hosted and cleaned up … Continue reading It’s not about the tattoo
I had a dream last night. A terror, a nightmare, vision, or just a dream. A dream about him, about me, about us, and about her- She is always a subcurrent in such dreams. In my dream, we were standing face-to-face. For the first time in 4 years, we were together. Even in my dreams … Continue reading March 28th: Elegy of a last wish
The well ran dry. Where life once overflowed, only a clanging echo remained. Still, the hopeful still came with their pails. They patiently lowered their empty vessels, into the dark below. For they believed that which is empty can be refilled again.
I still think of you when I hear that song. But today, instead of the familiar stab of pain, I smiled, then laughed, then sang along.
Coffee in the morning sitting at my desk. Tea after lunchtime- while I take a little rest. A Glass of wine with dinner, with a fruity plume. An herbal drink at night time, a nightcap in my room. My day measured in beverages, drank at their appointed time. A mug, a teacup, and a stemmed … Continue reading A Day in Beverages
Every winter I seclude myself in my hobbit hole of a home. I surround myself with hot beverage, warm blankets, and fuzzy sweaters so I can pretend that the cold doesn't exist. The short days drag into never-ending weeks of self-isolation and hibernation. All the hours pass by in a gray smog of monotony, fatigue, … Continue reading Winter Melancholy