M was never any Older than required. Often mistaken for a much younger woman, she Needlessly wondered the night. Buoyant she strolls down avenues unknown Occasionally stopping to admire the silence. Ushering past darkened doorways with a glance, it’s Non-consequential what’s behind them. Decency requires she be Carefully attired on her walks, past…
Tag: Post-a-Day
my coming out poem (what happens when wanda is silent)
i have always known i was a poet in much the same fashion as another woman would recognize she is gay where others see quiet i hear words resonating from the base of my sole to the tip of the last lock i have always known i was a poet in the very same vein…
motherhood (a perfectly imperfect profession)
if he stopped every time i thought let’s savor this moment we would never make it to point b he is motion personified from eye opening hello to the lazy “drunk” slurs of his goodnights caught in the excitement sentinel off guard photos mostly blurred buzzes unable to keep up I stand awash in a…
autumn’s requiem
cinnamon’s scent lingers in air gone cold by summer’s goodbye replaced without protest the deliciousness of a deep stretch taken under covers made too warm by too long a nap in this dimension where day and night are balanced things seem to simply fall into place obligations and necessity meet each to do list with…
i too shrugged, atlas
i too shrugged, atlas. carpools play dates stem in between piano lessons in too tight shoes carelessly dangling below exposed ankles yes, i too shrugged, atlas. in this house full of dust and the distinct smell of animal musk stepping over fur balls large enough to be named animated at sunrise yes, atlas, i shrug. meetings…
three days late…but the half way point i have reached
i have now written 25,573 words in my novel. i think i may know what its about as well. my main character has undergone a name change as well as multiple physical altercations but she is focused on achieving her dreams. i like her. i can’t wait to see what happens next in her life…
it may not be ‘the bluest eye’ but…
so i can pretty much ascertain that this book is about a woman torn between her husband’s ambitions and her own. i have no idea how its going to end. hell, i have no idea what going to happen next. i should really plan something at some point in my life. ANYWAY, here’s today’s exert:…
what’s in a name anyway (when its fiction its all changed to protect the innocent anyway)
so i am now 17,054 words into my national novel writing month challenge. i can honestly say i had no idea i had 17,054 words worth of a story in me. i’m glad that i made the choice to take this challenge, it’s revealed much more about me to me than just words on a…
tonight i made tamale pie (so long a good bye)
the house still smells of cumin i stood at stove and wondered should i add an extra teaspoon tamale pie a favorite from a life time long since gone yesterday, i longed for scents and texture of creamed corn mingling with chunky salsa and a dash of chili powder and found myself wondering if ground chicken would work…
seriously, i’m going to run a contest to name this novel (if only i could get more than one person to enter)
so my word of the week has been pushed to wayside. so that i could take a journey of 50,000 words. on day 10 of this 30 day exercise in futility i have written 12,681 words. i don’t really know what this novel is about and even though it looks like i’ve named it ‘you…
fearfree living 