Six Months to Numb Your Senses. {poetry}
It wasn’t easy, but six months on, I can safely say that I can now think of my father without the tears rolling uncontrollably.
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I Hold the Record Now, With Hands Wrinkled. {poetry}
I hold the record now, with hands wrinkled from work and children and age, living a life in which you play no part. I hear the static crackle.
Words Try to Rescue: Remembering Adam. {poetry}
Poetry is both conduit and container of every emotion. It's almost as if enough words can make a kind of sense from a terrible loss. It can't.
Judgment Days: Parental Pandemicostal Prayer. {poetry}
Guide us as we seek to elevate our responses from judgment into discernment during these times that try parents’ souls.
We Are The Capables: Words of Resilience for the Orphaned. {poetry}
Not capable. Not able. Not reliable. Not acceptable. I cupped my hands over my ears. Still, the mocking continued. Mocking words.
Free the Wild Beast Inside You. {poetry}
The beast knows that you are a divine being of the earth, sea, and sky... Know this: You can trust this wild creature within.
Absinthe: Lost In Our Own Green Dreams. {poetry}
This is where the green fairy sleeps. Gentle, transparent, inconstant as a gleam. She sleeps behind the curtain of velvet dreams.
Poem Is in the Poet’s Eye. {poetry}
Any aspect of life, death and beyond -- anything observable and describable -- contains or is a poem to me. Which is to say 'everything'.
Befriending Anxiety. {poetry}
The uncertainty of future events, loneliness, homesickness and intrusive thoughts compelled me to befriend anxiety.
Violation Normalized. {poetry}
My body changed, what to do? Perhaps I dared to mention this? Innocent young girl hoping for help, so very confused, mother in panic.