When I was a girl, I knew an old woman. She had a magic. A way of knowing. The strength of a person’s will. She was quiet. She watched. She listened. She smiled. Privately, she would give me summation. Weak willed. Strong willed. Willful. With or without will power. I would like to say she…
Tag: Idols of the Tribe
An Angel
On this day I was given a gift. A gift born of love. Unwrapped and crying. The color of peaches and cream. Twenty four inches long. Alive. Today, you stand tall. A man. Proud, handsome, and strong. Kind, loving, and full of laughter. Full of life. My darling, my Angel, my sunshine-y boy. You have…
Bound By Cruelty
I watched as a lion strode down the path. He carried on top of him a black panther. Attached, they were, fused together, belly to back. The panther’s atrophied legs flopped about. I was not frightened, only horrified. Eight years, I was told. For eight years they had been bound together. …………………….. I am the…
The Fawn
A gentle fawn entered the room as I lay sleeping. Surprised and delighted, I watched her walk to my side of the bed. I lifted myself to meet the creature face to face. She dropped her head and nuzzled into my neck, allowing me to pet her. Carefully, she climbed into the bed beside me….
America : Images From The Road
Montezuma’s Castle had nothing to do with Montezuma. More photos…
Nine Lives
Then there will be times when I go missing. As a cat, I am. Alone. Dying quietly. My preference. Having nine lives, but only one face, everything shows. Too hard to hide. Best to be alone. Licking my wounds in peace. Healing. Thinking. Regrouping. Patiently awaiting the rebirth. The next act. S. Conde Read…
My Love
He is already asleep. I turn off the television, and slide in. Between the sheets. Unconscious, yet aware. He pulls me over to him. His big hand around my waist. He holds me. I rearrange the pillows to suit. Snuggling in to his warm embrace. My feet are cold. I slip them between his legs. …
Speaking In The Vernacular
She had a cadence to her voice. A pattern to her speech. Sublimely Southern in her delivery. Rarely did she volunteer her opinion. When asked, she chose her words with care. She spoke in a kind of code. Responding indirectly, answering questions not yet asked. She could cut you down, lift you up, make all…
Forget Me Not
I closed my eyes. At long last, I dreamt a dream. Spring had come. The seeds, bulbs, and roses planted in years past burst forth. Alive with color and delight. Vines hung. Draped over the walls of my garden. Dotted in blue, orange and gold. Hyacinths of white and Irises in purple and yellow shot…
The Monkey Brain
Did I make the right decision? What will happen? Where will we go? What will we do? Have I taught my children well? Am I good mother? Have I been supportive enough? Is this what I want? Why did I say that? Why did I do that? I should have said this. I should have…