I tire of my kids on somedays I want to keep them safe I can’t I put them first but lack the emotional ability to provide they push my boundaries casting shadows over my own memories of self I’m too busy trying to provide…
Category: Miscellaneous
Stillness and Serenity
Stillness and Serenity Still, there’s a sadness in the stillness of the night. Trapped there in the blackness under wraps, inspect the perimeter and watch out for the traps. Lonely is the night, in the solitude you delight, love to be left alone. There’s a…
Ding – Hour 18 Prompt
who would have figured / a simple notification chime / would shift my world so
Jenny
Jenny to birth. My room a nursery. The chickens will never come home to roost little ladies on walkabout. Jenny reborn, joyous in her bleeding heart. Her cries are smiles. Her smiles are laughter. Her laugh is a church bell loud enough to rock all…
Yes, We Can
about that text I sent last night ignore it it’s a draft I was drunk and it was late and I hit send too fast I didn’t mean to tell you I mean I did, but in the end you knew I loved you long…
Light it
Matches are for burning bridges and lighting lanterns for escape. Fly by night. I am a stone. I am a shattered kneecap. No flying for me. What then? That bridge can burn even if I’m still on it
Arrival
Couldn’t wait to meet you Carried you for nine months Felt your first flutter and Fell in love Life would change For the better it did Worked up to the last day Rocking from side to side Belly protruding I was anxious to see you…
My dearest loves
Have always been dogs. Bear. Bandit. Butch. Baby Gus, my match. Dogs are too good for me.
Anxiety
Making them shorter doesn’t make them any easier. The panic rises heavy handed. Sorrow so deep my chest aches brings out memory, the flashes. Nothing to do but breathe. Nowhere to go but through. Medication can only carry me to my crystalline end. I will…
Hour 18 “The ultimate conversation won’t start with words.” Kathaleen Donnelly
It won’t begin in dialect song or verse only in action. Our hugged embrace, kisses on cheeks, sparkles caught inside one another’s eyes smiles across our faces burning sensations we call butterflies. Tears will mix with laughter sweat while it is bitter cold, frost in…