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Mantra
Posted on May 19, 2014 2 Comments
When I open my eyes each morning to a new day, my child is dead. When I yawn, stretch before arising, and dangle my feet off the bed, my child is dead. When I worriedly listen for my other son’s soft breaths as he sleeps, my child is dead. When I am overjoyed at the […]
Deserted Tuesday
Posted on April 4, 2014 Leave a Comment
Ostensible and apparent, abandonment leaps, spreads into the front wheel – clips my easy-pedaled haste, glimpsing a shine in the driveway of the commonplace. Before I torment home, the words are formed, but float away unspoken, understood. A tour of momentum is about the words formed and said – ineptness of speech in a vortex […]
Shock
Posted on March 31, 2014 Leave a Comment
Fog-lit halos ignite from darkness, astonished by persistence, admonished by perseverance. Stun and sun are hand in hand in bewilderment, only half aware of perfunctory alarm. No surprise, no shock advised. In the past are feet up recollections of diet Cokes fizzing next to ACLS manuals, heads up, 5 Hs and Ts, lingering rescue breaths […]
Rula
Posted on March 19, 2014 Leave a Comment
Don’t look at me with your how-did-that-happen face, all feathered fake, mocked and melted – reflecting futile damp looks through synthetic and tangled lengths. It’s your hunched shoulders, rounded to knees bent covered, misshapen and strained, that give away your terror; but it’s the waning tremor, retreating dark and raspy – later balanced gingerly, gently […]
The Touchstone
Posted on March 18, 2014 Leave a Comment
In the kitchen we sat on Sunday mornings, toes tipping icy metal-legged chairs, radio balanced atop the Frigidaire forever playing Benny Goodman’s Goodbye. Of course I could hum that from memory – clarinets and cork, sorrow and bacon breezing out the back door – always naming the songs for sweet-natured amusement. She, too, was made […]
Pieta
Posted on March 13, 2014 1 Comment
I am the color of white sand at midnight, and Jameson slides through my veins like impossible ice peremptorily frozen in its own wake of impracticality – inside me devoid of warmth, but full of the strongest molecules of misery my blood is incapable of covalence repelling all directional attraction I am the hooded mother […]
Beyond Loss
Posted on October 16, 2013
David and Goliath: The Story of How My Kid Fought Life’s Battles…and Won Everyone knows the story of David and Goliath, right? David is weak. A small fry. He is the inconsequential youth who triumphs over his giant foe, Goliath, with only a small sling and a stone (oh, yeah, and also God), only to […]
A Girl by the Bridge 
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