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Brca 2 Nothing more than a ghost within a ghost* Bloodstained boots carry me through doors into rooms I am afraid to enter. Ancestors follow marked by heredity generation after generation at the mercy of their cells. * Long Day’s … Continue reading
As your arms wrap tightly around me, I wonder if your face has the same expression when you hug your wife after French toast with powdered sugar.
I know a man who lives outside the bounds while claiming loyalty to his wife; a place where speech is silver, silence golden- only a matter of time ’til the next tree falls.
No blade can excise your fierce femininity, no illness withstand the cleansing of your tears. Wounds are swallowed in the embrace of your openness. Sing forth my priestess of transformation.
I am from glistening water falling though the sieve. tall snowmen from shining green hostas crab apple trees, birches, oaks, elms, and occasional ashes and pines I am from Buffalo wings potato soup with bacon, cheese and onions, ham and … Continue reading
If my Mom were a shape she would be a Myriagon because her personality seems round at first, but she really has a thousand sides. If my Mom were a weather condition she would be a meteor because she suddenly … Continue reading
I have no death sentence. The light of day still falls as it had done before, only now the evening comes with a bit more grace.
When you’re sick and need an operation you adjust your fears so that you can do what you need to. When your body is cut and something removed you adjust your body to be accepting of that space. It’s not … Continue reading
I want to fall in love, kiss in the moonlight, paint the sky red. I want you to write me a love poem.
Coffee crazy man of mine, heels dug in solid and tall. You balance our life in the palm of your hand. Before you, I teetered afraid I might fall. Your iron arms tether me to the ground.