as told to Langston… Long long ago in the moment between the void and the earth’s formation, a battle brewed among the stars. Every star wanted to be ‘the‘ star. It was whispered among the stars, that to be ‘the’ star meant power. Power to warm planets. Power to give life. Power to grow living…
Category: Post-a-Day
write what you wish to write…whether it matters for ages or only for hours
For mother’s day I gifted myself a writing desk. Armed with a $100 budget, I made the trek down to the local Ikea. With change left over for an ice cream treat, I purchased a desk, chair and lovely laptop caddy. I returned home and cleaned out a corner I’ve never known what to do…
day 6
a dark night rises and in aurora colorado it is day six while we sit in our living rooms living a mother not yet in her 3rd decade plans a funeral and a six year old is lain to rest heroes mere fables leave us wondering about probabilities nursing old familiar wounds in our 1st world consciousness…
going on walkabout? here’s the least you should know
long before i was a harp & vocal girl (yes, i was a harp and vocal girl) and my teacher christened me walkabout, i had a reputation for wandering both in the literal and figurative sense. at my littlest, my meandering would lead to places as unique as my grandmother’s cupboard or as ordinary as…
road trip reflections – repaired
stretching a dime is one thing / creating one out of thin air / another luckily she believes in / miracles and sometimes / magic sailing into mountains / on thin air / and prayer i truly don’t know what i was thinking, packing up a newly turned 5 year old in me ole station wagon for a cross country tour…
divorce, a work
there are sadnesses here full bellied heavy they drag the ground holding me in places departed decades ago unsheathed sorrow runs into the very pores of things requiring oxygen’s exhalation and i find clogging where flowers once bloomed with abandon joys abound in laughing sounds heard across thresholds he is singing and a random beat…
it’s 11:51 pm Saturday, do you know where your children (read priorities) are
i am considering all the facebook twitter and blogs posted which stated things like our hearts and prayers go to the families of the victims of theatre 9. i am considering these posts along with the news interviews and breaking developments that have been shown again and again and again and i am wondering how…
Let’s Begin by Assuming…Everyone Loves Their Children as Much as You
…when Holmes, just last May, walked into the Bass Pro Shops store in Northfield and walked out with a glock handgun and 870 Winchester shotgun, no one thought much of it. We are sixteen and feeling every inch of our earned adolescent angst. Without blinking an eye we select the scariest film on the marque…Nightmare on…
love, indeed: a birthday poem for langston
he is small but in a very big way his feet the size of your average 7 year old never mind that he won’t be five for 2 more days he has taught me more about me than i could have learned in a classroom full of memoir biography and ancestral maps my head a…
Some Birds Do Fly in the Rain
“THEY ALWAYS WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH ME!” she is shouting. She is sitting all of 3 feet away from me and although I have told her 4 times during this conversation that these are not walls but a cubicle with a door, she does not lower her voice. “Who? Who are you talking about?”…
fearfree living 