Lead the children to the waters’ edge, let spirits that dwell there enchant, sun glistening on star-filled eyes….. teach the essence of dolphin breathing, the
Naughty thrilled her – lacked inhibitions toward elicit, tantalized by promised ‘nice’ Imagined blood red petals strewn atop steamy suds, champagne flutes and intoxicating entanglements.
Learned the art of survival from father, a commando- trained warrior, never able to leave the battles behind A sharp-shooter, whose expert eye tracked our every
Life! One day rushing to collect kids, stopping for the dry cleaning, and praying the slow cooker is indeed cooking; and the next strolling down
Even in togetherness there is distance. I am alone – a central figure, distracted, aiming for contact, unable to eviscerate control, repeatedly producing a singular
Somewhere, searchers are combing through rubble to find signs of life, or remains, while I fret over the size of my belly, bloated by excess,