Monthly Archives: January 2013
b ~ Is it perfume from a dress/ That makes me so digress?
Silky dresses, high heels, expensive perfume; elegant, extravagant gifts meant to impress. These are meant for someone else. I’ve never known how to teeter totter along in heels or worry about pulling down the hem of my skirt. Yet I
b ~ Is it perfume from a dress/ That makes me so digress?
Silky dresses, high heels, expensive perfume; elegant, extravagant gifts meant to impress. These are meant for someone else. I’ve never known how to teeter totter along in heels or worry about pulling down the hem of my skirt. Yet I
a ~ Is it perfume from a dress/ That makes me so digress?
A few weeks ago I bought a coat. It’s a nice coat. It isn’t new, though it’s new to me. I bought it one morning after performing a bevy of stunts (grocery shopping, car wash, banking) in my old coat,
a ~ Is it perfume from a dress/ That makes me so digress?
A few weeks ago I bought a coat. It’s a nice coat. It isn’t new, though it’s new to me. I bought it one morning after performing a bevy of stunts (grocery shopping, car wash, banking) in my old coat,
a ~ (But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair)
I’m reading SWEET TOOTH by Ian McEwan and I tell you what makes the hair on my arms float like gravity is just a whim. “I took the dilapidated three-carriage Lewes train and got out at the Falmer stop to
a ~ (But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair)
I’m reading SWEET TOOTH by Ian McEwan and I tell you what makes the hair on my arms float like gravity is just a whim. “I took the dilapidated three-carriage Lewes train and got out at the Falmer stop to
b ~ (But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair)
A Year in the Life/ Light March~ You are amazed each and every morning, as the sunlight streams in through the window. It’s been a year and he’s still beside you, now quietly snoring as you take in his sleeping
b ~ (But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair)
A Year in the Life/ Light March~ You are amazed each and every morning, as the sunlight streams in through the window. It’s been a year and he’s still beside you, now quietly snoring as you take in his sleeping
a ~ And I have known the arms already, known them all— Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
My youngest drew this portrait of me. Notice the smile, the svelte waist, the coiffed hair. And my arms. “What are those bumps on my arms?” I ask. “Those are your muscles,” he answers, looking for all the world like
a ~ And I have known the arms already, known them all— Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
My youngest drew this portrait of me. Notice the smile, the svelte waist, the coiffed hair. And my arms. “What are those bumps on my arms?” I ask. “Those are your muscles,” he answers, looking for all the world like
b ~ And I have known the arms already, known them all— Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
To the woman I saw on Sunday who was at her wit’s end, I’m sure you don’t remember me, we didn’t exchange a word or pleasantries, in fact I never got out of the car. I only saw you from
b ~ And I have known the arms already, known them all— Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
To the woman I saw on Sunday who was at her wit’s end, I’m sure you don’t remember me, we didn’t exchange a word or pleasantries, in fact I never got out of the car. I only saw you from
b ~ To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
January wipes the slate clean, a chance for a do-over. Like passing Go in Monopoly and knowing you’re about to be handed $200. The ends of last year’s days have led us to this. Last year’s One Little Word
b ~ To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
January wipes the slate clean, a chance for a do-over. Like passing Go in Monopoly and knowing you’re about to be handed $200. The ends of last year’s days have led us to this. Last year’s One Little Word
a ~ To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
I don’t miss a whole lot about having babies in the house, but one thing I do miss is that look of contentedness on a six month old as he sits in a patch of sunlight and chews a squeaky toy. At
a ~ To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
I don’t miss a whole lot about having babies in the house, but one thing I do miss is that look of contentedness on a six month old as he sits in a patch of sunlight and chews a squeaky toy. At
b ~ Then how should I begin
When she had first brought the new journal home, the empty pages had made her think of fields of fresh snow, those white expanses that she had awakened to as a child when they visited the countryside in winter, flat
b ~ Then how should I begin
When she had first brought the new journal home, the empty pages had made her think of fields of fresh snow, those white expanses that she had awakened to as a child when they visited the countryside in winter, flat
a ~ Then how should I begin
Ahhhh. A brand new year. The beginning of another end. A time for resolutions and resolution! I love making resolutions. Here are some of mine: 1. Feed vegetables to the children and answer their questions with a reasonable attempt at
a ~ Then how should I begin
Ahhhh. A brand new year. The beginning of another end. A time for resolutions and resolution! I love making resolutions. Here are some of mine: 1. Feed vegetables to the children and answer their questions with a reasonable attempt at
Let us go then, you and I 