The warm space Girlie fills breathing in my space her nose on my lips arms clutching under my arm as if the next cushion over is too far away. She rubs my chin, "Sweedy pie!"
Hiding in words
As a beta reader I look for discrepancies character flaws, messy edits of scenes. I get to read chapter by chapter giving an opinion about the progress of the tale. Sometimes I have to re-read the previous novel if something feels off My author likes nit picky comments. My attention to detail is finally useful.…
Transitions
Getting ahead seems like an impossibility when tripped up by pain, most foul, smile I laugh in the face of discomfort There is no position to ease the fire in my back. On futon, on mattress, on couch, on floor, on mat, on carpet, no more no more. I've a sleeping cat on my thighs…
Snow pants
in the frozen northern Ohio December I remember blizzards of winters past Digging tunnels through my back yard with my brothers shoveling driveways with my boys only to need to shovel again at our studio Frozen gloves, crunchy scarves, frosted glasses shovels, snowblowers, lawn tractor plows snow squalls, flurries and ice barriers made by state…
So I spent November
So I spent November aiding sick people, I know them well - my children Of course it started with preparations for the holiday then a visit from my Eldest Surly Reverie who was feverish and phlegmy (Yeah, that is a word) I forgot to mention My Bear's father (I guess I should call him Senior…
Amanuensis Sobriquet-Reverie 