he loves deeply
is feral-angry
cries rivers
Tag: children
the shift: the kids are back in school.
The interior of our childrens schools feel other-wordly now, dare we place a toe over the treshold.
the other mother
Her snail’s pace is patience, thrumming
through the rooms where I try to exist.
For Him.
It all happened in an instant, just like the lightning rush.
postpartum
it took a year for it / to die, shelled and / alone in a far corner of / the unkempt living room.
[after]birth
skin to skin / blood and breath.
reasons I exist
a fire / a trough / a pill
sometimes we just have to hold them.
I scooped up that five year old, all arms and legs, brought him to my lap and I hugged him tight. I held him and I told him he had every right to feel angry.
today I managed to be fully present for you.
I snapped quick photos of your concentration, placed the phone down and watched your fingers move, how you dipped your brushes a little too aggressively, swirled through the orange like a hurricane then slapped on too many layers.
it’s a wild ride.
Does your brain ever feel like it’s on a carousel? ‘Cause mine sure does. Every. Damn. Day. Spinning in circles, everything lost in an up-down blur. You…… Read more “it’s a wild ride.”
Magic Mama 