I know what infinity means: it’s one hundred plus one. Voice of innocence serene her sense of self of life’s complexities. Should borrow from her,
Category: writing
Chronic Companion
She sits with me at breakfast, follows me to the park, hovers on the drive home, celebrates when I lie down, snuggles in with warming
The Queen Is Missing
She’s not in the kitchen presiding over preparations, thriving amidst the chatter, tutting away thieving fingers. She’s not in the classroom, mastering subjects, upholding order,
Dear Charlotte Perkins Gilman (Yellow Wallpaper)
I have examined your wallpaper, discussed the scholarly attributes of shades of yellow, traced the edges of your unravelling with my mind, argued the merits
Ache
Sky darkens burdened clouds release sorrow in empathy body throbs – aching harmonics. (Twitter Tuesday @Vjknutson)
Mountain
I navigate sharp twists, confront rough trails, steep slopes, swoon at dizzying heights, frailty felt. This path is for rugged, mountain-born, those accustomed to the
