Post by email WordPress Test

I found this from a long time ago On Fri, Sep 12, 2014 at 7:30 AM Supporting the universe one phone call at a time, Nibor talks to her ailing friend, Htebazile. Htebazile is in tears, again. She is struggling through her perpetual mid life crisis. "To boldly save us from the wolves," Nibor intones…

Advertisement

In my dreams

This morning I woke up with the memory of a dream Someone I don't know thought I was special enough to help carry the tremendous weight of a desk on my head (You know the old school desks that hold your entire fourth grade world the lift up top with the metal reservoir below) For…

A Poet’s visit

Emotions on her sleeve she sniffs a lifetime of words blows out a breath and commences to speak All anxiety vanquished by a picture flowing off her tongue A pane of painted tempered glass protects the poet from evil winds It's all a loss she wrote Time will heal these wounds A time capsule of…

Neglect 9/22/2016

Neglect can still result in death Doing nothing is just as harmful as tripping someone as they walk down a hill. My first thought was to compare neglect to forgetting to water plants, but that symbolism is not mine. A therapist used that analogy to describe untended relationships; they wither and die. Just so you…

It’s all in her head 2/15/2017

He woos her with stares and lowered glances a subtle smile that meets his eyes. She dreams of what could should be when? soon she hopes. His love is direct, visceral hers indirect and all encompassing. Not faults, just ways of being now and in her dreams. * Kindling for a bonfire needs leaves, twigs,…

She walked

She claimed them as part of her family the short the tall the thick the small She wondered where she would be without them all spinning in confusion drowning in tears starving for empathy craving strength listening to dreams She found life fuller for them lesser in want of them a balance was needed. She…

My empty hand

I show my empty hand then I play my cards like the M emblazoned in the pigment of my palms I can be no more no less than what I am Mother, Metalsmith, Mystery, Me I show my breaking heart then march ahead into the fray like the Matriarch of plants and children I nurture…