he loves deeply
is feral-angry
cries rivers
Tag: parenting
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.
postpartum
it took a year for it / to die, shelled and / alone in a far corner of / the unkempt living room.
sustainability
i’ve grown feral.
mothering
the one with the match / gets no credit for the heat.
homecoming
I rose with the sun / and the swift love
reasons I exist
a fire / a trough / a pill
I have a confession to make.
Is every day perfect? Absolutely not. Is it good enough? Better than I expected, even? Yes. Yes it is.
the year our children grew in isolation.
He’s this whole entire other person and it’s happened in secret.
Magic Mama 