i love the circus. and when i say i love the circus i mean i love it! i love the clowns i love the acrobats. i love the tight rope walkers. i love Love LOVE the ringmaster. I LOVE THE CIRCUS! whenever the circus is in town i’d go. i’d get ‘not quite front row’…
Tag: Post-a-Day
Invictus, indeed
“Mom!” He’s sitting mere inches from me but still feels the need to shout like I’m 500 yards away in a circus tent. “Yes.” I respond as calm as a cucumber. “This girl at school asked me if my ‘ash’ hurts. Then she said that my breath stinks.” His mouth is full of goldfish crackers…
His Mama Said, “You Don’t Have to Run. But You Do Have to Finish.”
Sprawled across a stranger’s lawn he yelled at me, “This was the worst idea you’ve ever had!” I would have slung him over my shoulders if my feet and back hadn’t been hurting and I didn’t have to go to the bathroom. There was also the fact that I pretty much agreed with everything he’d…
a tritina lullaby for mama
wide eyes take up doorways, begging me not to leave it’s not forever i chime but only goodnight near forgiveness, he is unconvinced but for his mother’s kiss this chair a portal and sleep’s sweet lingering kiss rest upon my eyes now panhandlers taking their leave a sleepless slumber my true reprieve on this goodnight…
favor in five courses
i. appetizer body of a child grown ripe from the lasciviousness of men past their prime judgement echoes of lies told millennia ago when the bristlecone pine was seedling language symbolic yet still a female could be taken against her will for the deceitful pleasure of males, justification lies in the fabrication of detail ii. soup how…
louisiana long green (a high yielding southern heirloom)
red and yellow, pink and green purple and orange and blue at 3 they sing of rainbows mimicking each verse like a small chorus of sparrows seeking approval, fruit treats doled out delicacies before an early afternoon nap vermillion is a casualty, tossed aside orange the pronounced star of this singular masterpiece, brushed across too much…
drawn out (ballad in b minor with blues guitar)
living hand to mouth though the hand not her own, the suckling mouth of thousands freed by her tenacity and wit called illiterate she moved through night like wind hiding fugitives in swamps covering her tracks with twigs pushing them all to liberty’s keep a woman who became myth lived with heartaches her own husband’s…
grief, loss, and walking it out
A man who looked just like my grandfather walked into the bakery the other day. When I saw him my heart sank and I had a difficult time catching my breath. I wanted to run up to him, give him a hug, grab an apple streusel to share so that we could sit and chat….
my freedom was a prayer request (this I know as fact)
this life a syncopated symphony illustrated in easy rhythms played throughout an average day the sound of rain a wind that blows that truest note sang out at precisely the right time it’s the feel of the pavement beneath my feet and the pleasant freshness of a lime a moving psalm a prayer request everyday a…
fibroids, mirrors, and why I always say yes to dessert
When the nurse called me the message she left had such an urgent tone it had me worried. I didn’t know what she had to tell me. I’d been working on getting all my proper screenings done for over a month so I wasn’t even sure what results she was referring to in her message….
fearfree living 