Tag Archives: mother

Mary

      It was a scorcher. One of those ovenbake summer days where you feel like you’re huffing fur.    I had decided to take a stroll around the neighborhood, and re-acclimate myself.    As I walked down the block … Continue reading

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Mother, Daughter

Mother, without your touch, blood-lush access to eternity’s grasp, I am rudderless, and adrift, in a world that shits on innocence. ………………………………….. Daughter, without you to hold, a promise illumined into love’s totem, I am sunless, and moonless, a  stray … Continue reading

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Cradle

Fearful symmetry, the shape of deep, fragile love– Winter’s cradle, stirred.

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Death of a Super Hero

   I was six when I found out I’d never become a super-hero.    We were in the kitchen. Me, my mother, my father.    My father’s hand was around my mother’s throat. He had a wild, bloodshot, not-there look … Continue reading

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Lullaby

Dreaming, a tactile lullaby by which to set course.

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Cherish

A woman’s worldview turned upside-down by cherish– As above, so below.

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Adore

Adore, an infinite crush twinning souls by luminous merger.

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River

How a mother loves, the same as how her heart breaks– River with no end.

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Mother

Beneficent choir, singular, still entity– Mother’s multiverse.

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Six

   I was six when I found out I’d never become a super hero.    We were in the kitchen. Me, my mother and father. My father’s hand was around my mother’s throat. He had a wild, bloodshot, not-there look … Continue reading

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