Try as I might I've never managed to finish a love poem Started Stopped Scrapped midway Turned into a murder ballad Words about lust Or loss But started and finished With And in Love? Never. There shouldn't be The end
mending…
I sat with needle and thread. And tweezers and scissors. And an ice cold drink, just in case. But I sat with needle and thread and mended things that needed mending. A button here, a ripped seam there. And the zipper of my favorite bag. The end stop had come off and when I unzipped … Continue reading mending…
the gray in between…
I never know if it's just me. Can't quite work out if it's just my mind that plays this way. But I pick out words. Phrases. Thoughts. And I retain them for years. Sometimes they're my own words, sometimes they're the words of others. You'd think this would come in handy in certain situations. Like … Continue reading the gray in between…
seeing red…
Standing before a clump of bushes I pulled my shirt out and let the red berries I was gathering collect in the little well that was made. I took my time. Pinching the berries off the branches with my tiny thumb and forefinger and carefully pulling off all the stems and leaves. When I'd gathered … Continue reading seeing red…
focus…
Shit hits the fan every now and then. The last year that fan has seen quite a bit of shit and this particular week has certainly not been an exception. When you're already struggling to keep your head above water and someone sets a full 10 gallon hat on top of it... you tend to … Continue reading focus…
hbo shows, meet cami’s life…
There are days as I sit and watch the world go by and listen to those around me that I wonder if I’m in the waiting room for HBO shows. One mom talks about her divorce and her ex’s divorces. Messy and messier still. Another hands out homemade cookies and talks about the planned community … Continue reading hbo shows, meet cami’s life…
of words, thoughts and symmetry…
It began as a conversation with my daughter. Discussing eyes. Then eyelashes. Mascara. We ended up at fake eyelashes. The fake eyelash is something that many women have a chance to get to know throughout their lives. Some of us loathe them. Some of us love them. Some of us manage to avoid them. My … Continue reading of words, thoughts and symmetry…
how very un-catlike…
curled up where in the summer there would be sun shivering but not from winter's nip as limbs stray reaching for long gone warmth not caring that they'd be warmer tucked in curled up protected from the hazy light that will never be a sunbeam
reduce, reuse, you know…
It's that time again. Time to clean out the "Recent Drafts" section. That's just what WordPress calls them. Some of these aren't so recent so let's grab a few titles, shall we? No. Not really asking you. Just a nice transitional phrase. We're doing it. I'm pulling up titles, sharing them with you and then … Continue reading reduce, reuse, you know…
shorts…
I don't know if you're aware of this or not. It could come as a total shock to you, but it's Tuesday. Yep. Tuesday. The second day of the week (if you start the week counting on Monday. Which is how I do it. Monday is the beginning of the WEEK. Sunday is the WEEKEND). … Continue reading shorts…
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