Am not the woman my children once called Mother – can see the disappointment in their anger-blotched expressions, feel the constraint in their voices –
Category: writing
Duelling Personas
Outward facing – contrived effort – composure checked, face appropriately presented. I turn away – internal chaos clouding – lacking resources for social banter Wolves
Family Nonsense
I bleed champagne poetry, am softer than brother bug – almost corduroy – born to father, dark, to glass women, we surround them, bring liquid
Dance of Redundancy
Re- dun- dant, these rituals by which I define myself – find purpose, validate my being – I create herculean tasks, ignore God’s role, the
Lost Directions
Partnered once, with compassion – believed in power of human touch, dedicated self to caring, certain I’d found my body of work Time and circumstance
Perfectionist’s Bane
No matter how I organize the littles – set the unruly to task, orchestrate harmony from chaos – critics dismantle the efforts, find the loose
