Gossamer that thread, that sparkle, that vestige of my youth I try to hold on, gnarly grip no match for her exuberance Hope we reunite
Tag: childhood
The Standoff
Men prefer a reserved lady, Mother was quick to admonish, ashamed of my hot temper, the tear in mud-soaked stockings the call that came from
Distorted Lenses
My memory of you – distorted by childish exuberance – distant and disinterested Translated vacant eyes through the lens of my needs child that I
Keep Learning
Tyrannical, my father’s reign; the ensuing understanding of relationship dynamics twisted. Violence and threats peppered with “I love you”, as if one was synonymous with
Keep Imagining
Elaborate, the tree forts imagination envisions Indifferent, the rationale that overpowers inspiration I balk, abandon hope, build a wall instead, forgetting… Creativity is not linear,
A 60’s Childhood
Formative years were more destruct than construct; contradictions riddled the foundation of our familial structure: one man tyrannized five females while in the news, women
