suspended between 2 worlds i exist neither here nor there time traps me taunting it ensnares multitasking trickery i once juggled dubiously without regard to circumstance or second chance now i glide between dimensions not quite defined where legos rule children scream there are demands pulling at me memos to be sent proposals to be written and…
Tag: creative writing
a 21 day deadline to…next
i am 21 days shy of my 98 day goal. sitting here writing i’m not sure how i feel about that, these evening works have brought a structure to my day that i frankly lacked before. its allowed me to have conversations before impossible. to excise and share works previously housed in my head. i’ve…
truth, a work in progress
the stuff of revolution of evolutions Love Love turns a weakness in on itself Love an impulsion‘s magnitude resulting in the formation of galaxies anew Love omniscience Love connects us each to the other Love power bringing forth itself igniting Love causing your soul to come aflame make Love not a…
get a grip…it’s just kindergarten
deeply you wish to trap the moment freeze it for futility sake to keep and harbor as close to your heart as humanly possible parenting is foolhardy work in measures we release them into streams unknown for the sake of saying we have safely conquered nightmares, needles and the naughty naughty no no’s screamed by…
gratitude i
there is joy in his giggle unmitigated happiness in his uncanny ability to transform an ordinary couch cushion to juggle gym to slide to trampoline ‘mommy’ takes on a new edge when shrieked from a crib is this the love that ‘knows no bounds’ don’t know only the texture of his oatmeal is important…
Secret Sharer helps Save the Day
Sonji had known she was different since before she could walk. Only her very best friend in the whole wide world Francis knew her secret. Sonji was a sharer. Telling anyone outside of Francis would have been a death sentence. Her mother would probably have preferred if Sonji had told her she was a…
appreciation i
there is a space where breast meets rib softness rests there never having seen sunlight it is unmarred innocent rarely touched it yields warmth the feminine softness physically manifests a place of intimate refuge – home entire religions founded wars forged to possess to caress a place where there is…
Lessons I’ve Learned from Children
Children don’t often tell stories in a straight line. They give you fragments. Small pieces from different events dished out over time. As a therapist working with children it’s important to chronicle these bits so together with the kids in your care you can assemble the puzzle that brought them to you in the first…
Weight Watchers Drop-out Works to Redeem Herself
I have lost 25 pounds six times over six years not including the one year where I lost 30. Each time I believed I was dieting for the ‘right’ reasons. I believed that ‘this time I’m going for the goal.’ Each time I lost the weight and I put it back on plus a few…
squirrels in the sandbox (based on a true story)
screeching through the screen door there are squirrels in the sandbox i don’t know what to do there are squirrels in the sandbox don’t leave me out here alone it might eat me or worst give me fleas and bring its friends to eat up all my toys this is atrocious squirrels should know better…
fearfree living 