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Writing Poems
Writing Poems I want to give you a gift. But all I have are these words. They don’t seem like much against all the terrible things that have happened. Or will happen. I don’t know how to fix all o... Read More
A Personal History of Chores
A Personal History Of Chores When I first came into the world, my needs were met by others and when they weren’t, I simply screamed. Sadly, I had no appreciation of my privileged status. Soon enough... Read More
i surrender
i surrender which is not to say that i give up but that i am going to stop resisting reality stop fighting what will not change at least not by my hand and instead let go find my own path through i ch... Read More
Late Afternoon
Late Afternoon There are plenty of days that I let this moment pass, just keep working, ignore the slant afternoon sun’s beckoning call. Come, it says. Rest. Linger for a while. You have worked hard... Read More
Pure Possibility
Pure Possibility I. When I was born, I was pure possibility, just a brand new body with a fresh brain, ready for connection. Those connections unlocked my potential but also narrowed it. They rooted m... Read More
Journaling
Journaling In the same notebook that I dump the darkest toxins of my soul, I also create my dreams- white lilies unfolding, tender yellow stamen, that even too strong a breeze, too hot a sun could wil... Read More
surrounded
surrounded i sit on my back porch this morning in the middle of this neighborhood this town this country in the middle of this week this month this year completely secluded by the green nestled safely... Read More
I have no words
I have no words sufficient for this moment. As the depth of this trauma sinks in, as the outrage continues, as the grief washes over, all I know to offer is a moment of silence. All I know to do is ba... Read More
I’m the Mom
I’m the Mom I wasn’t born a mother, like my children think. Once, not long ago, I was a child, too. I hung my head off the couch and looked at the world upside down, lost myself in play, picke... Read More
Pandemic Dream
Pandemic Dream It is that moment in childhood’s early summer when everything is fresh with possibility and forever makes its promises once more. I open the back screen door and step barefoot into th... Read More
Missed Connections
Missed Connections Real life is hard. We are busy, distracted, preoccupied. My words are insufficient, awkward. I say the wrong things or I don’t know what to say at all. We just keep missing connec... Read More