Response to a post http://grubbsncritters.com/2015/02/wpc-rule-thirds.html I remember the births of my children, the memory of labor pains that never go away. Dancing through a twelve hour labor at home, then going to the hospital "It's your first child," said the doctor on call with her intern, "It's going to be hours," and having my first…
Gently, she eats Kix out of my hand. I think she plans for me to lose a finger. She bites slowly, though. I pull back my hand and she grabs two hands full of corn puff cereal and flies them through the air. I think she likes the sound and the feel of the cereal…
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…
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,…
This bear of a man and I created a life she smiles and waves both arms with abandon her cheeks, full of baby girth and un-swallowed food make me think of flowers, impending spring and new beginnings
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…
Last week I spoke with a friend from college. We are well into our forties, so this connection really means something to me. We kept in touch through email and a social network chat program. He is a photographer on the other side of the world who luckily has a non-art day job. I have…
Please let me know which version seems better to you? Version1 I never thought this rejection would add to my depression My boys just bit me when they had had enough. My daughter just prefers food she can chew. She never bit me like the boys. Petunia wants texture in cubes, slices…
There's a place in my heart for my children my friends my cats my students my garden my tools my peace of mind which piece will give me peace?
My heart is pounding. I'm sitting waiting at the doctor's office the feeling from this morning returns. The pounding that is almost like a choking up feeling in my throat. I appear to be sitting calmly. I have run a race I'm starting to gasp for air.
Amanuensis Sobriquet-Reverie 