A young male and a young female have sex. Years ago, a medium said my conception "feels like it was very...abrupt. And aggressive." I have no idea what happened only that the Female became pregnant. Male has no interest in 1) any relationship with the female past the one (was it more than one?) night … Continue reading The Un-Natural Father.
Full disclosure: I've been there. on the serrated edge of the coin one side stay the other, go. Several of you have, too. Whatever Divinity changed our course steadied us to remain, I am, now, grateful for it (though was angry and frustrated, then.) On the bathroom floor (it's almost always there, isn't it? Those … Continue reading Once, When the Tide Was Low. [Personal essay.]
Nothing haunts me more than the things I never had the courage to say. Partnered with longing to take back spears thrown in the heat of battle, or the enmeshment of insecurities weaving a relationship fabric so warped, it serves as a battle flag to avoid that same slope and ditch in the future. Destiny. … Continue reading Vow in Autumn. (Poem)
What a strange place to be Sending intermittent thoughts Small prayers to 'wasband' he who was my husband On the untimely but not altogether unexpected death of his brother, Cornelius "Neal" Named for their father late last week, diseased liver and rattled core gave up and ghosted him to the other side younger … Continue reading Neil. 09.08.2015
You know my father stands up and sings. And his mother, Melba Shorthill Bradshaw Dawson, she stood and sang. Beautifully. And I bet my newest U.S. passport your grandparents did, too. Stand up men removed their hats (and still should) and sang. Singing our National Anthem is not about sounding good or "talent" or jazzy, … Continue reading Independence Hymn. (My thoughts on singing today.)
This life? This blustery calm circus of vibrant color and deepest freewheeling emotion? This wild Bossa Nova in 3-6-5 tempos of random kindness and distempered change punctuated by groaner punchlines whose menus never serve the same fare twice? This life where invisible wisdoms and sweeping awkward gestures of sweetest affection hold our hearts in most … Continue reading NaPoWriMo. On This Day. (Prosery. 8 April, 2014)