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Moving On
Would it shock you to know that if I knew how, I would give up my breath and move on to the next plane. My stroked life and life in this nursing home are almost unbearable and certainly not worth … Continue reading
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Tagged #anxiety, #breath, #givingup, #movingon, #peace #nursinghomelife, death
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RED ROBE
In my dream, I rose from my bed, put on my red robe and red slippers. Then I joined friends in my kitchen who were pouring milk over cereal. They were glad I had whole milk. I was happy in … Continue reading
Snow Ride
It was winter in the early 1960s. I was spending the night with my friends, Barbara and Alva, who were sisters. The next morning we woke to a heavy snow fall seldom seen in Georgia. No traffic on the road. … Continue reading
My Scream
Daily and nightly, there is a scream lodged in my throat. It makes my throat sore and my chest feel hollow. To release it would physically hurt me. This scream causes anxiety and is crazy-making. It is a silent scream, … Continue reading
No More
Leaves that lept from the tree Lie dreaming of spring breezes Which they will feel no more
Waiting
In the courtyard, ravens sitting on the backs of seven white lawn chairs circling a white table. Waiting for lunch.
Soul Scars
Our mother’s anger Blood on our legs and backsides With scars in our souls
Wind
Written July 15, 2011 ————————————————– Last night in my backyard The wind traveled high Danced in the top of tall trees While shorter trees stood perfectly still
Dining
I want to dine on the balcony of a city apartment on a street by the sea. Seasoned sea scallops Sparkling mineral water Green avocado
Writing Practice
March and April given To Goldberg’s writing practice Lost my ability to poem ————————————————– ————————————————– Wrote in July, 2021, after taking a Zoom class with Natalie Goldberg. Wrote two versions. See below. ————————————————- ————————————————- Spring wild mind given To Goldberg’s … Continue reading
Later, Miss Slater 