…20 years ago on a mountain ridge, i made the decision that i would not live my life full of fear.
because i am, a poem
I want to write a poem that moves with the cadence and crescendo of an old Negro spiritual; I want to write a poem that reaches into the bowel of humanity in a vise like grip milking out compassion and tolerance; I want to write a poem that shares the test of walking through fire…
s.a.d. follows valentine’s (even the calendar is sarcastic)
Originally posted on fearfree living:
twilight-isms have yielded a world where love hurts and behind every corner there is a would be billionaire vampire waiting to sweep you off your feet and carry you into his dungeon of kink-dom making your every wish come true so fire up pinterest and get your wedding dress on…
auto repair and the single mom
i was minding my own business going about the errands and excitement of a regular saturday full of karate classes and community service when suddenly my steering wheel started to creak and my wheels started to moan. i immediately thought to myself, ‘ain’t nobody got time for that.’ but the more i drove the more…
a peculiar familiarity
…for 388 years they have
been largely strange and
unaccommodating
clear and present
which a more poignant memory that he threw me or that i fell into his arms full of glee laughing willing to go again until his limbs grown weary from tossing turned rubber and the fear of missing shown real in his eyes at 3 i could not imagine a world where he would not catch me so i screamed out ‘again’ demanding […]
Mrs. Delores Bennett, Patron Saint of the North End
i was a young nonprofit executive completely full of myself. she came into my office rattled off a list of to do’s so fast it made my head spin. i thought i was smart. i thought i was caring. i thought i understood what working for the people meant…then i met Mrs. Delores Bennett. she…
when your to-do list includes bread, laundry soap and a blog domain
it didn’t occur to me that my businesses failed because i didn’t plan for their success. hmm…that applies to a lot of things, doesn’t it?
#goals
when i am an old lady i will walk the streets in layers of gold yell sweet nothings into the wind mime for catholicism and speak secrets to children while ladling double fudge brownies into pie tins for parties i haven’t been invited to when i am an old lady i will stare out at passersby and…
gravitational collapse or a star is born
reluctantly schooled in the art of fragile male care she is undone by the smallness of a life given over to dishes laundry and the incessant lego shuffle with infantile steps she unclothes the first layer of subjugation not yet naked she begins to see a glimmer of who she might have been had she…
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