Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Girls are lucky: just need to find the right man –looked after for life.Advice from a teenaged brother. Right! I yell back, fifty years later.It was all a vacation –raising the children on my ownlooking for God in the midst of chaospartners with wandering eyesor absent…always absent…still waiting for that “looking after” And how did […]
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History invents theoremgeneration repeatingvariations on a miseryabsent fathersmothers overwhelmedheartache weldedinto young psychestill inspiration invitesa new hypothesis. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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Shoulder to shoulder we contemplate clouds, hunt for silver, my brother lost, then found, ponders what ifs – clouds become threads, unite us. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Photo mine)
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Carefully we construct security for offspring – add luxuries to entertain accommodate growth play host to revolving- door friends and dates. And yet, we are graded on performance – met or unmet expectations – held up against a stack of other super parents, silhouettes of perfection. Still, we celebrate goals, sprouting family, ignore the slanders, […]
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Father, as immoveable as a mountain taught us to orchestrate submontane routes Circumnavigating his rocky moods bestowed upon us a fear of masculinity Resilience instilled the necessity of mining gold from darkness: still digging. (Sketch mine)
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Define family – nest of promises, story filled houses of stone? Expectations built lacking substance – original sin? (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson, this tanka edited from original. Image mine.)
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Had a weird sort of lexicon the man who professed to be my dad – Clamped in his chokehold he’d demand words of devotion Became inured to this dichotomy – spent a lifetime searching for love – Just the right balance of cruelty and kind. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Sketch mine.)
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She amassed children while he pursued accolades Family photos display northern shorelines tanned faces, white-toothed grins parents not represented Lost her childhood at the bottom of a ravine laid beaten and shattered no one came to rescue her. Guess that’s what drew her the his light; money, she hoped would not abandon her. But muck […]
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Strains of Tijuana Brass flood the yard while father on bended knee tends his garden, tiers of stone edged rows encircling a trio of birch trees. Father points out birches on Sunday drives, as if the bark is sacred, leaves whispering a secret I cannot hear – stirs in me an indefinable longing. My husband […]
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She prepared me for the worst omission of positives purposeful – Saving me from disappointment her justification for inflicted wounds – Years, I’ve railed against her abuse pointless since she’s long been a ghost.
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