Crybaby

This morning I did something I have never done before - while the children were bickering and the telephone was ringing and the television blaring - I snuck off to the powder room and quietly closed the door and then I slid down to the floor then with my elbows on my knees and my … Continue reading Crybaby

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The Swollen Man

The voice in my head is incessantly whining at me;  Don't start.  Stop Crying.  Big girls don't cry.  You're stronger than this. Gods, shut up already.  I'm not stronger than this, not remotely.  Perhaps once upon a time,  when I could breathe and move without scrutiny and suspicion, and without resignation, maybe then,  I was stronger.  Now, … Continue reading The Swollen Man

IMO – The View From Here

Watching this election from my post has me concerned on so many levels. It's like watching a bad beauty pageant through a slot in the panic room door, and wondering which of the candidates is going to trip and explode. Bad whether the enforced steel doors are strong enough to withstand the blast. Someone likened … Continue reading IMO – The View From Here

La petite mort de la Folie

I didn’t mean to kill her. They, they were paintings on the wall, just collateral damage; She, Folie, with those bottle green eyes, I meant to kill her and with intent. It wasn’t intentional, more like a premeditated mistake - an unplanned surgical strike. She begged for rebellion and Folie followed the shadows With her unflappably bright … Continue reading La petite mort de la Folie

Two more days

as Eveline Hood Have you ever wondered what fear tastes like?  Like afraid for your life because this time it might be the end of it kind of fear?  If not, count yourself among the lucky ones.  To me, fear tastes like metal; like I've been sucking on a penny for too many hours.  Coppery. … Continue reading Two more days