i just want her to go away
and that’s a horrible thing to say. how can i say that about my own mother? what am i thinking?
Author: One Mad Cat
The Painted Drum (Louise Erdrich) – excerpt 2
There are other things that she could say to me, things I will never hear. I doubt that many mothers say these things to their daughters. Maybe it would be like telling your daughter the truth about the pain of childbirth. They try to protect us, even when we’re middle-aged. So I must supply the … [Read more…]
The Painted Drum (Louise Erdrich) – excerpt
“I was not at home very much at all. Don’t you remember?” I’m quiet and at a loss for a moment, then I ask, suddenly shy, “Did you love him?”“Of course.” She is looking down at her hands. “Inordinately, foolishly,” she whispers, then looks up at me. “But that is the way people should be … [Read more…]
particular kind of heaven prt II
everyone wants a particular kind of heaven to live on. their own personal vision of truth and comfort that should make a happy place for everyone. it must be lonely there in the ethereal. but faith is a funny thing to try to hold on to. it slips in and leaves you blind. falling in … [Read more…]
particular kind of heaven
everyone wants a particular kind of heaven. at least that’s what the angels tell me. they say everyone wants a soft place to fall, a pillow that’s familiar. it smells like home and the sweet of a dear lovers’ hair. it’s sad they say. the ride is fun because we scream together over the tracks. … [Read more…]
an old inspiration: paul simon
she comes back to tell me she’s gone. as if i didn’t know that. as if i didn’t know my own bed. as if i’d never noticed the way she brushed her hair from her forehead.
anytime
dusk settles into the dark of night. it’s that time of day when sounds are amplified; take away my sight and i’ll hear all the night creatures stirring. i still feel the last of the sun’s warmth on my skin. i wrap tighter in your thick flannel and stretch my legs out on the porch. … [Read more…]
My life closed twice before its close–
My life closed twice before its close– It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell. – Emily Dickinson
if strangers meet
if strangers meetlife begins-not poor not rich(only aware)kind neithernor cruel(only complete)i not not younot possible;only truthful-truthfully,onceif strangers(whodeep our most areselves)touch:forever (and so to dark) (by ee cummings)
you said Is
you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing,i said,except the air of spring smelling of never and forever …..and through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand(which moved as … [Read more…]