Had I been born an article of sale clothing...'straight' off the rack. A bit long in the sleeve. Slightly bulky. Too athletic looking. Would I make it fit? Had I been in mind...as an abused, handed down... 'good news' bible. Splayed on open pages. Scribbled in ink. Someone's ideals of what is right or wrong. … Continue reading Matron Cows and Silly Sows
Two days after my 45th birthday. On Friday, January the 13th, 2012, my grandmother passed away. Surrounding her on the 11th, had been a roomful of... mourners. Nine or so family members gazing lovingly into her closed and slightly cold eyes. Ruth, my grandmother, would not have had the send off any other way. … Continue reading Cycle of Abuse: the Matriarch/Part Two
Everyday I walk. I am reborn. No need for brick and mortar edifices, to place scorn. No awaiting others to blaze a path. To begin thoughtful salvation. It is only my shadow I must cast.
I have come lay beneath the giving tree. For it is the safest place. I will ever be. No matter, the God that tugs at me. Or, the Goddess that chants from below. Peace within... Is the safest place I will ever know.
Swollen moments have swallowed my shackled spirit. Taunting me with promises of colorful communion. Provocations of an infinite reunion. ≥ Yet, what if I cannot bear the step? Whilst my physical world be dire. My course, a manacle on a square tire. If ever this be true... Let my mind bathe in the warmth … Continue reading Manacle on a Square Tire