A Mourning Dove has landed in the barren Hawthorne tree. My mother is gone – finally. After two years of repeated strokes and the inevitable paralysis, She is released. It seems that it is harder to get off this planet than to get in… I cry with relief. What a long painful sentence she has… Continue reading I Don’t Have a Mother…
Category: Poetry
Down in the Splits, Up in a Backbend
She had taken many dance classes over the years: tap, ballet, Hawaiian, jazz, African Haitian, but her true love was modern. She got to class a half hour early, do one hundred crunches, stretch, and be totally warmed up before one of the goddesses (as she called the instructors) came in to teach the… Continue reading Down in the Splits, Up in a Backbend
The Hard Horse
I have ridden the hard horse. The one who bucks and kicks, The one who bites and thrashes, The one who cannot be gentled. I have loved the hard horse. The one who balks at the saddle, The one who chomps at the bit, The one who throws me off time and again… And just… Continue reading The Hard Horse
As Dirty As I Wanna Be
How dirty can I be? Like can I say, “Fuck you!”? OK, Just checking… As Dirty As I Wanna Be? I talk like this everyday. Fuck that shit. Fuck it. Fuck you. And fuck me too. Fucking shit Fucker. Shit! Ever since I was a young girl, I thought, “What’s the big fucking deal?” Would… Continue reading As Dirty As I Wanna Be
Five Generations
Grand Daughter, Your grandmother was a great priestess – A woman with enormous power and intellect who could feel and interpret emotions and motivation. She could weave a spell around you to make you feel better about anything and her disapproval could make a person ponder their existence. Your grandmother was an artist, a tale… Continue reading Five Generations