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for fear i
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Summer is my time and when it's over, it feels wrong. I didn't play or laugh enough. I missed the County Fair because I didn't read the newspaper, or watch the local news. No one I know likes the fair.
Summers I read, walk the dogs, and swim at midnight.… Read full post »
I haven't been able to log in for awhile. I tried to not let paranoia grab hold and convinced myself it was nothing personal.
Today I logged in, "liked" a few posts and nothing exploded.
So I thought I would try to post something, but it's kind of like when… Read full post »
I understand it is over.
I'm awake and hoping.
I think he is too. Read full post »
I have been taking a break from the Internet, television, cell phones, i pods, i pads, and radios. I warn people to not tell me what they know.
I went to the grocery store today and stood in a long line and there were conversations. They were confusing. So confusing… Read full post »
I'm still here
smiling and laughing and crying with you.
off now to be with friends
roasting sacrificial chickens
dancing with moonlit fire sparks Read full post »
On her good days my mother fixed pancakes with whipped cream faces, and chocolate milkshakes for breakfast. She wore her wedding dress and I was her bridesmaid. Or we'd wear tiaras and she would be the Queen and I'd be her princess. If I obeyed without questions, hesitancy, or fear, her… Read full post »
I named this "knowing" but I don't. It's a hope. A dream. Say what you want to make it come true.
A science teacher once asked why I was letting my grades slip. I told him what he was teaching didn't interest me. I didn't care about how things evolved until… Read full post »
cool sweeps bare arms
behind closed doors
through lace curtains
I buy more lamps
and high wattage bulbs
I want to rig theater lights
show my husband the internet site I found
"They can be here in three days."
"Baby, y… Read full post »
Summer up and leaves
with no good bye.
she is rude like that.
she gets away with it.
we forgive everything the day she returns.
She takes with her
sun warmed maple syrup
barefooted loud children
cricket bootie calls
Soon I wake in the dark
grab covers off beds… Read full post »
I haven't gone. I dip in. Then out again. I want to say something but nothing comes. I could say I have nothing to say. Sometimes I wish that. It might be good to know it has all been said. I could spend days listening, watching, being content… Read full post »
I come and go here and have seen a few skirmishes. I expected this, especially on a site promoted for "artists of any stripe". I've worked with artists, consider myself one and know how much crazy fun they (we) are. Sometimes more crazy than fun.
But this place isn't what I… Read full post »
When a baby dies inside your body, others will soon forget. You don't. You can't. But you pretend you do because if you told them how much you think about your baby they avoid conversations. And you need conversations. You need to hear other voices besides the one inside your… Read full post »
It would be easy to allow myself to free fall. No one would blame me. Many expect it. Hell, I expect it.
Insanity is in my blood. Her face is in my mirror now. The hair color is different but only because I pay $12.99 for dark auburn (7.99 on sale… Read full post »
I will never be a political leader. If I ran for office, my first speach would end the campaign. Once people heard what I believed in they would think me silly.
But I will tell you what I think because it doesn't matter to me what the response is. I'm not running for… Read full post »
Choices. All day. Every hour. And moment.
I meet a friend for breakfast. Will quiche make me feel bloated? Will eggs benedict make me feel snobbish? If I choose scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns and buttered whole wheat toast, will it make me honest? Do I want to be real today o… Read full post »