That 20th Century Woman
and she walked with a stride that defied gravity convention purpose. against the grain the avenue her heels click. tick,tock,tick forward always. feet on ground head in the clouds senses on stun Continue reading That 20th Century Woman
What I Did That Day
went out for a drink with a girlfriend watched the rain, all morning admired the Plantagenet Hosta’s about to bloom bought poop bags & incense went for a walk sans dog and I talked to an old lost friend from the long ago ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ for Discover Challenge | The Poetry Of List-Making images edited with pixlr Continue reading What I Did That Day
I Am Going To
you wake up one morning the sun the stars the moon are in the same place, almost. and nothing has changed. and everything is different. and you can feel and see and know. and how can you miss what you never had? but, you can, you do. and with my last breath my last sigh I will find you. Continue reading I Am Going To
Portrait Of The Path
And so I glided, underneath the canopy of trees, that runs along that forked river. With its yellow lines, and turns. I went to all the old haunts. The places, the faces. The memories. The past. There I found solitude. Here I found sin, and rejection. right there, I tried. There, right there, is where the one I let get away, lives. Maybe. Left, right, … Continue reading Portrait Of The Path
The One Night Stand, And Lentils
I’ve avoided that Theatre guy I mentioned. Remember, the one who wanted to take me to that New Arts Theatre here in town? He seems like a good guy. And I do feel bad. I do. Really. I just can’t bring myself to have the little chat… the one on my complete disinterest in having a boyfriend now. A boy who is a friend, ok. … Continue reading The One Night Stand, And Lentils
My Connections Are Few
I carry IT with me everywhere, yet rarely use it. In all honesty, it really is just another method in which to ignore people. A tool for connection. It can be intrusive. The constant ON. The repetitive checking, and re-checking. For what? Who knows. Some sort of divine intervention, perhaps. I am sad to say I have, since moving back home, found myself engulfed. It … Continue reading My Connections Are Few
Tuesday At Thames Park
How To Stage A Decorus Rebellion
You are finally seeing that the world doesn’t pay as much attention as you might think. I know, I tested that out at an early age. In order to break the rules, first, you must learn them. Of which I am proud to say I gave you in spades, in terms of those social graces. After you’ve mastered the social graces? Wear what you want, … Continue reading How To Stage A Decorus Rebellion
Musing On A Monday
I refuse to believe anymore that there is something wrong. That I have to change, or adapt, or concede, or contain, or compromise. That somehow I’ve done this, or I’ve done that…and tsk, tsk. I own my choices, every turn, every step. Regardless of results, regardless of how others may observe them, I own them, no one else. I own every last breath of grief, … Continue reading Musing On A Monday
Narrow Stems
for The Weekly Photo Challenge | Narrow Continue reading Narrow Stems
Just Her And I
Soon as I saw that white shaggy snow covered coat and her scared brown eyes, it was clinched. Poor dog, she accidently ran away and got lost in the snow, that cold January of 2010 at the lake. When the owner told us she couldn’t keep her, well I turned to Tim, and he to me, and we smiled. I couldn’t even imagine back then … Continue reading Just Her And I
The Morning I Went to The Meadow
it drew me towards the soothing languishing rustling grasses and well worn paths. it teaches patience silence sacrifice. it asked and so I gave back something that was mine to give with the morning dew it blessed me. for the Weekly Photo Challenge | Cherry On Top Continue reading The Morning I Went to The Meadow
And The Earth Under Our Feet
Your generation is far more in touch with themselves than we were. Young girls today have choices ahead of them, that I would imagine can be overwhelming. Certainly, my generation of girls was never a very active bunch, in terms of sports. It was frowned upon. Those Great Granddaughters of mine are becoming such strong, capable young ladies. Hockey was a good choice for them, … Continue reading And The Earth Under Our Feet
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