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REPEATING PATTERN (CHILDHOOD)

REPEATING PATTERN (CHILDHOOD)

Exploding daddy-Monster.Frozen terror within.Repeat the cycle again.Living with a volcano.Frozen terror within.When will it erupt again?Living with a volcano.I hate the volcano.When will it erupt again?Impossible to predict.I hate the volcano.Mom gets drunk...
HOUDINI

HOUDINI

My tiny grade school library housed a number of books on “Houdini.” “The master of escape.” Who ordered these? Why these books? Geared to a 3rd, 4th, maybe 5th grade reader. I read them all.Did anyone notice I was reading THESE? Why THESE, someone might...
MISTY SUNDAY

MISTY SUNDAY

32 years ago, I wrote this poem… Giving this crib to friends for their coming baby had been the very first step to acknowledge the fact that my husband and I would never have a baby together. I had begun to be depressed, and to drink to endure the loss of my illusions...
Humility

Humility

Humility is teachability’, an open mind to the truth. It’s a word that, if practiced,  you will discover you. In my feeble hands,  God placed the word humility. He said,  “This word will help guide and strengthening you.” My daughter,  I hope you...
D.E.B.R.A.

D.E.B.R.A.

I am the person whose egg participated in your lifeIt wasn't just meThe sperm donor was your fatherHe wasn't around much after the first few yearsThey say I kept him away from youMaybe parts of me didI was hurt and very much emotionally unavailable to everyoneWe were...
NOT MY FATHER’S CHILD

NOT MY FATHER’S CHILD

He donated his sperm to my existence. He married my mother. He provided shelter and food. He was never my dad. He paid for most of my college education. He beat me and my mother. He beat his own mother. He was never my dad. He...
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