After the Storm

Silent aftermathsanctity violatednuance exploded –Will democracy endure?What grows beneath the ashes? (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknuston. Image my own.)

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The Last Book

What will be written in the aftermath – so much owing, so little justification. Upended anxiety – regal anticipations shattered by cancer – yes, life is a teacher No matter, if we survive – but where to go then Earth’s riches exploited Commitments crumbled – confess we have Father issues but it’s time to emerge, […]

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Weighted Down

Weighted down. I swallow rocks to anchor this restlessness – no exit available. Would love to re-locate, check self-assessment into a sunnier place – but the room is not ready. I shove it back down – am a silhouette against stormy horizons. My sister and I meet here, at the edge of denial, both seeking […]

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Aftermath

The sibilant hiss of fridge slays this silence – I am numb, hummed, lulled by sleepiness – slippery echoes of weekend’s voices linger, ring in my ears, the disruption ending so abruptly – I am rendered listless, fuzzed. (Onomatopoeia is the prompt tonight at dVerse, hosted by Bjorn.)

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There, There

I wrestle with sleep – need overpowered by unease, senses on high alert, as if a child trying to intuit the degree of volatility in father’s drunken slur what will it take to find rest, to reassure the littles that the tyrant is gone and life will unfold as it will without the stress of […]

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