Post at One Woman’s Day

An edited version of “The Spirit of Horses” has been posted on One Woman’s Day blog, a project of the Story Circle Network. Thank you to Linda Hoye for accepting this piece.

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Evolution

Evolution takes effort – requires a heart unburdened by unrequited daydreams holding me in limbo, emphasizing past heartaches, yearning for unconditional love. I pedal backwards, am overwhelmed by where the past has led me – exaggerated reproductions, laughing at my proposals, spurning attempts at reparation – I am out of touch, stale dated. I long […]

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Absence

Slippers, perched at night stand, twitching impatiently, mark the absence of feet, cannot appreciate the meaning of unruffled bed covers. Abandoned, a coffee mug bemoans its curdling contents, complains of thick brown lines contaminating its porcelain shine, has not noted absence of hands. Chair, pushed back from desk, in partial rotation, sits awkwardly, commanding attention, […]

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Dare I Hope?

Hope glitters like rays of golden sunlight piercing the thick overgrowth of my life. Dare I respond or is it just the sharp deflection of light on tinfoil meant to keep the scavengers away?

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Sorrow’s Vigil

There is sorrow in the nighttime, when the light of day has faded, and the noise of life subsided, and all the world is slumbering. Then my heart beats with a single lone drum, a heaviness weighing on me, chest punctured with grief, distractions losing their hold. There is sorrow in the nighttime, a deep-seated […]

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Herd or Heard

Society moves en masse, flowing with the tides, propelled by a shared consciousness. Destination unknown; purpose undetermined. We take flight, cling to wings of promise, ignore the stench of destruction. Reaching for the sky; barely hanging on. We land, school together tell tales of adventure document progress avoid reality proponents of diversity; shunning differences All […]

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Four Voices

At the age of four, I moved with my family into a new house that my father had built, on the outskirts of town.  The day of our move my mother disappeared, and left to my own devices, I defied my father’s rules about staying out of certain parts of the house and discovered secret […]

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Dear Child

I know a little girl, whose hair in ringlets falls, unkempt from lack of brushing; who stands when she should be sitting; who laughs with defiance when challenged, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief; who holds her chin up high and stamps her feet, arms folded in protest when she does not get her way. […]

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Out of Step

Perpetually looking inward, pondering commitment, considering risks, projecting humiliation, shame; daring to dream of a second chance, room to grow, opportunities to demonstrate value – well guarded, precarious being. I am floundering in a fishbowl, crowded by co-conspirators operating out of step, trying to acclimatize, compulsively examining decisions, under- whelmed by undeniable growth, compensating with […]

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