Winter – the colour of my hair, a sedentary state of being, the numbing over of ambitions… These are but illusions… I am fluid, essence
Category: aging
After The Party
99 emails await attention brain, like legs, plastic – To do’s flood consciousness, constrict breathing – The sun, reacting to yesterday’s intensity, has stayed away
Tempting
Escape sits stalled, waiting, one small key an ounce of courage and off I’d go, a wake of water heralding my exit. Instead, I retreat
Unfair
Sporting crisply pressed regrets and tight-assed judgments, the past happened upon me, caught me mid-mediocracy, eye-balled me with a sneer, and then strolled on by
Filters
Age masks the depth and breadth of ability – houses more than anticipated room for expansion, however; current state of disrepair – walls buckling, wiring
Grey Clouds Hover
Life! One day rushing to collect kids, stopping for the dry cleaning, and praying the slow cooker is indeed cooking; and the next strolling down
