I never write in the evenings, and yet here I am, sitting on the couch wondering what has happened and whether I should get my Happy light out and turn it on. I forgot, it's that time of year when the sunlight reduces and I get SAD. I did go to the second acupuncture visit…
I woke for the seventh time this morning instead of the normal sentence and ocular flag waving I woke to a stream of circular logic attempting to plan my day but starting at the end and ending in the middle. 1. Hysteria, sobbing 2. Did I pay for my pre-paid cell phone 3. Did I…
Girly handed her mother a necklace of lace and hammered copper without saying a word. Her mother put the necklace over Girly's head thinking it would be pretty, but she took it off and handed it back to her mother. She said it is yours in no words, you should wear it, it is for…
Yes, I write in the mornings one week's worth flows forth until the spring dries in the sun (clogs with leaves, roots and small creatures.) Then a little girl talks to me, I turn my head away and we start the day rubbing her little nose asking for a change and some thing to nibble…
Today is a rhythm day clapping, slapping, drumming, pounding "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa" Bang, bang, bang, bang bang, bang, bang, bang went the rattle. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, gey, gey, gey, gey, aye, eey, aye, bee aye, eee, yoooooo, eheeb" I looked at her, opened my eyes wide and she stopped singing She gave me…
Girly decided that "mam" was the word of the day. Sweet child singing, "mam-mam-mam-mam-Mam," in the back seat of the van. I made it into a conversation, "Well really, is that so?" to which she replied, "yam blah, nam ma ramma ma. yam nam ram ra na na. Ha- ha-ha-ha uh-huh, hi, hi." Dear joyous…
I was thinking about thirst staring at the inside of my eyelids when I felt someone staring at me from the other side of my eyelids. A head in a hoodie hovered an inch from the top of the doorframe My tall child, the silent sentinel stood, "Hi Mom." he smiled. "Hi," I answered, "what…
Awake-uh-huh Coherent-yeah Ready to get up-maybe Feel like I’ve been rolled over by (insert vehicle of your choice, an Eagle Summit Hatchback) Have phone, will travel-slept on it, 50% power Ready for breakfast-More grits, probably oatmeal instead Water- Oh yeah, drink something. I prefer orange juice Pain level (on a scale of 1-10) – 11 No…
Her repertoire of sounds is pretty small she announced loudly to the bird in the bush She has not yet mastered a whistle or a bird call A tiny "meow" escaped her lips.
Yesterday, was not an emergency, though I posted with urgency the prose poem describing what her fingers crush and mash She, cleaned and sated, I couldn't have waited then to my job I did dash. ----------------------------- Day 7 Part Two Prompt: Finger Form: Prose Poem Device: Missing Assonance When first born they grip you with…
Amanuensis Sobriquet-Reverie 