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Death and the Mother
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Old friend
Hello, old friend. It’s been so long since you’ve come to visit I had thought – No, it was silly of me to assume. You’ve never been one To call in advance, announcing your presence before arriving at my door. You’ve always just walked right in, and made yourself at home. Sitting down, pouring yourself…
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Hands
Hands Guiding, shaping holding on, letting go supportive, frail My hands stretch out sometimes to catch, sometimes to wave goodbye, watching the soul take flight into the huge, never ending sky. Veins of my grandmother, who I loved very much I would play with them as a child, fascinated by the way they would wiggle…
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Walk
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Old wives
A woman’s work is never done Or so the story goes Always one more thing to do Before her eyes can close With work, home, and everything It never seems to stop Just when you climb one mountain You can see another top Sometimes I’d like to float away On a raft, alone, in the…
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Vortex
It swirls In eddies Gentle, At first But as I watch The power Pulls me under Darkness all around A swirling, Churning Vortex Allowing no escape A scream bubbles up Soundless, Unheard Stuck Between Scylla And Charybdis Underneath the waters I yearn To touch the sun
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January 31st Present
I left my jacket in the car this afternoon when I returned to work. It felt strange, on the last day of what is traditionally the coldest month To be walking outside in a three-quarter length jacket and tank top, and yet I did. On my drive later that same day, the brown of last…
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Sunshine and shadows
We’re born, we suffer, we die. Listening to 21st-century creative, a new podcast I discovered through a different one when another writer whose opinion I value mentioned it was one of their favorites. A story within a story within a story? Either way, an interview with a British journalist turned author put me into an…