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…

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Writing Method/I want to let it go

Someone asked me about my method of writing. In the morning, the words are just swirling around in my head. Actually, there are sentences that wake me up. Speaking inside my head. I process them as a sculptor; molding them in my head, twisting them on my tongue, extruding them from my lips, playing with…

Platform fatal errors

I wrote a response to a blog by Cecelia whose platform for blogging reviled me I gushed on the page, but I couldn't gauge what I'd done to deserve such treatment "Fatal error..zephyr-comments.php" Your comment form ate my response. Flighty, I wrote a poem that joked about it. I wanted to make contact I felt…

Death of a Friendship

I find myself in a puddle often. It is wet and salty and dark though the screen casts an artificial light. It can't be bright enough to push my mood up from below sea level. I hurt today. He said, "I have depression, too." I'm paraphrasing now, "You just have to keep going for your…

Vince

Funny how a person from a recurring dream can resurface from your sub conscious after years of absence. Vince and I went to college together though I know he never existed He reminds me of stories that I almost remember knowing that he was never there. We are always in an apartment together he's the…

Why does the panther cross the road?

Why does the black panther cross the road? She sails through the air after impact Her nine lives simultaneously fly skyward to join her astrological family. I know there aren't thirteen months in a year, but there should be some homage to my panther. The Aztec astrological guardian cat of my dreams, strong, jet black…

Custody

This bear of a man wants custody of me and our child No more dates holding hands walking together along the river in the Metro Parks on top of fallen tree trunks the diameter of my car Our cub in a stoller walks the paths too Cooing and laughing at the leaves startled by birds,…

She who gives of herself

Dear boys, ex husband and boyfriend, You don't ask me why I'm having a hard time. In fact, you don't ask but you seem to expect I have habitually, pathologically provided  in spite of my weakening condition. She who gives of herself from girl to girlfriend, mother to wife, the perpetual caretaker and caregiver, is…