stand outside with a hot mug of cocoa—spiked— snowflakes mixing like impromptu marshmallows —there on the surface of your cup and then gone as quickly as this moment—you blinking, beside your bundled husband, your blanketed son— it is a gray day. you breath—you are grateful.
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Were you not enough or was it all too much and the emptiness meant you were just tired?
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Without agenda, another cold day slips by, in food and sleep and little chores, in tussling the boy to the floor. The house moves in sighs, a tiny capsule on a small planet in a strange time. The year moves in an endless round ring.
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It takes one stretch to wrench a new, more painful shape to the day; years to relearn good posture.
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And we’ll make it merry, whether it goes willingly or not. I hope you are having a lovely holiday season, as we journey toward the end of 2020.
Continue reading “Merry Christmas, 2020!”
I don’t know when we are counting the pandemic as officially beginning here in the States, but whatever, I made it until December 2020 before getting a COVID-19 test.
Continue reading “In Which I’m Angry About the Virus in General and Childcare in Particular, or I Finally Got a COVID-19 Test”
I’ve been experimenting with short form poetry. I’ve been sharing these pieces on the blog here, with some rare exceptions that I’ve sent out for potential publication.
Continue reading “Sharing Some Short Form Poetry”
What a great and terrible year. During these hard times, I have found that staying grateful is even more important than ever. Happily, I have some really big things to be thankful for.
Continue reading “Happy Thanksgiving, 2020!”
Balance on delicate arched feet, and walk in joy, held by whomever you choose to love you.
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He grabs the thick pink sleeve of the terrycloth robe, wanting the same comfort my mom gave me.
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