On Beauty and Strangeness

Beauty and Strangenessdrop to the sandcome, get the ropes(who are, after all, not mildbut militant)I don't think I am old yet,half asleep,notall at once but steadilyI know I have already livedWords found in Mary Oliver's book of essays Upstream and rearranged to my heart's content. I found the words, but was careful not to copy… Continue reading On Beauty and Strangeness

On Desire (revisited)

In honor of the last day of my daily writing challenge, I am reconnecting with the same topic I wrote about on the first day: desire. Here's the original post. That day, I asked an important question. Can desire be trusted? Here are a few things I've learned about desire this month: 1) Desire is… Continue reading On Desire (revisited)

On Banana Bread

My grandma can only eat unripe bananas because of this special diet she's on. So, when the bananas got too ripe for her to eat, I made banana bread. Yesterday was tough for me because, the night before, I had a PTSD-related panic attack. The next afternoon, I was still dealing with the residual effects… Continue reading On Banana Bread

On Shrek

We all watched Shrek and fell in love with the characters, humor, and revolutionary animation style. I saw it for the first time in the theater with my grandfather. I was entranced. It was the first time I'd seen such realistic animation, and I was completely enamored with the fart jokes, hilarious donkey, and tale… Continue reading On Shrek

On Limits

When I hit my limit, I often can't believe how little I could handle. So the next time I push myself past my limit. And then my body puts me in my place and shuts down. Maybe eventually I'll learn to trust my body every time.

On Flight

Scruffy, angelic white puffs blow in the wind outside my plane window. My sister says it's an invasive species. It seems ludicrous that something so beautiful could be so violent. We take off, and the white puffs give way to dead grass, then an expanse of grey sky. I'm thinking about elementary school birthday parties… Continue reading On Flight

MeYouUs

he kneels over me all anger and silence I know I should leavebut I feel so frightenedyou kneel next to meall lovely and caringI know I should stay but this is so scarybut I feel so waryI've kept it safe within my memory the pain of his sin threatens me, and you, and ushere I… Continue reading MeYouUs

On Rage

quiet rage beginning to announceher speechless marriage sweeping through, screaming their Names dancing then, afteronly after only after

Socks

are the only thing keeping me from falling apart ! One small barrier (between me and the world) : The one thing that separates me from the dream. My dreams were preferable to this . Much softer and filled with more desire.

May

there is a time to rest among the soft flowers [they exist whether you are there or not]