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My turn! #ew

My turn! #ew

Branches like lightning.

Branches like lightning.

Just what makes that little ant think….

Just what makes that little ant think….

yes.

yes.

Today was tough. It happens. These ladies were nice.

Today was tough. It happens. These ladies were nice.

Carol had a real problem with Nadine. They had friends in common and their paths crossed often, even when Carol made great efforts to not have that happen. Nadine was nasty and had a fake laugh; she was ‘perfect’ to look at, but terrible to sit beside. Carol felt certain she would turn on the news one day and find Nadine accused of some terrible crime. Or she hoped it would happen. It was hard to tell the difference through all the bad feelings. Carol just wanted to see Nadine in a shapeless orange jumpsuit and handcuffs, without any  make-up on.  She had tried over the years to tolerate events they both deserved to attend. At Weddings and Birthdays of people they both loved, Carol reminded herself that at least she and Nadine had that in common: love for the same people.  It made little difference most of the time,.especially when Nadine would tell the same fucking story again and again about how easy each of her labors were, and how, ‘It was like the babies just slid out and took all the weight with them!’  Nadine was back in her skinny jeans a week after each child was born. Nadine made Carol want to eat too much and punch things.  #nightwalk

Carol had a real problem with Nadine. They had friends in common and their paths crossed often, even when Carol made great efforts to not have that happen. Nadine was nasty and had a fake laugh; she was ‘perfect’ to look at, but terrible to sit beside. Carol felt certain she would turn on the news one day and find Nadine accused of some terrible crime. Or she hoped it would happen. It was hard to tell the difference through all the bad feelings. Carol just wanted to see Nadine in a shapeless orange jumpsuit and handcuffs, without any make-up on. She had tried over the years to tolerate events they both deserved to attend. At Weddings and Birthdays of people they both loved, Carol reminded herself that at least she and Nadine had that in common: love for the same people. It made little difference most of the time,.especially when Nadine would tell the same fucking story again and again about how easy each of her labors were, and how, ‘It was like the babies just slid out and took all the weight with them!’ Nadine was back in her skinny jeans a week after each child was born. Nadine made Carol want to eat too much and punch things. #nightwalk

Tonight, apparently, I cast two shadows. #hormones

Tonight, apparently, I cast two shadows. #hormones

Fork in the road.

Fork in the road.

Willa hid from her father in the brush outside their house. She tried to breathe quietly and steadily although the terror inside her made it difficult. She could hear his boots on the porch. He said her name. He did not call out, he simply and calmly repeated it. Willa could hear her mother inside as she hushed her brother. Willa knew that welts were rising and that likely, skin was broken. Her father’s belt and hand leaving red shadows on them all. Willa  tried not to move. Branches poked at her and made snapping sounds as her weight shifted. Her father said her name again. His boots left the porch and made a softer sound on the grasses that led to where she hid.  Above her, the moon was out and the branches surrounding it, glowed. Willa was inside something with veins and arteries and a moon-shaped heart…but it was not safe here. Willa’s mother held her breath inside the house, and Willa closed her eyes.   #nightwalk

Willa hid from her father in the brush outside their house. She tried to breathe quietly and steadily although the terror inside her made it difficult. She could hear his boots on the porch. He said her name. He did not call out, he simply and calmly repeated it. Willa could hear her mother inside as she hushed her brother. Willa knew that welts were rising and that likely, skin was broken. Her father’s belt and hand leaving red shadows on them all. Willa tried not to move. Branches poked at her and made snapping sounds as her weight shifted. Her father said her name again. His boots left the porch and made a softer sound on the grasses that led to where she hid. Above her, the moon was out and the branches surrounding it, glowed. Willa was inside something with veins and arteries and a moon-shaped heart…but it was not safe here. Willa’s mother held her breath inside the house, and Willa closed her eyes. #nightwalk

painting with my phone.

painting with my phone.

"What if the Hokey-Pokey really IS what it’s all about?"

"What if the Hokey-Pokey really IS what it’s all about?"

Venus sits with me on the floor. Sweaters and tea help us imagine it is Winter.

Venus sits with me on the floor. Sweaters and tea help us imagine it is Winter.

Mae woke before the sun came up and dressed quickly. Cotton pants with an elastic waistband. A cotton t-shirt. Slip on sandals.  The clothes and shoes were soft and old like she was. Mae thought it appropriate they all go together. Mae was not hungry, but wanted something from the earth inside her as she rejoined it. In the dark kitchen she sliced and juiced oranges from the three trees just out back. The trees had been good to her and Mae thanked them and the fruit as she pressed and then drank. Mae whispered a thank you to her house as she walked away from it. She did not turn around for a last look. Mae knew the windows and porch and screen door all smiled at her as she moved away. It was a short walk through tall grasses to the cliff. The sun began to show itself as if someone with a steady hand turned a dimmer switch. Gently and steadily upwards.  Mae took her sandals off and tossed them into the air in front of her. Her eyes followed them as they rose and then fell; far far far down the cliffside. She would meet them there. Mae touched her face, arms, chest, belly….wiggled her toes…and then, with her mouth wide open, Mae stepped off the cliff. She let the wind and the rocks, the sunrise and her own physical weight bring her to a quiet place. It was time. Mae was not sad. Mae was just aware as her eyes opened that morning, that it was recycling day, and she was to be a real part of that.  #nightwalk

Mae woke before the sun came up and dressed quickly. Cotton pants with an elastic waistband. A cotton t-shirt. Slip on sandals. The clothes and shoes were soft and old like she was. Mae thought it appropriate they all go together. Mae was not hungry, but wanted something from the earth inside her as she rejoined it. In the dark kitchen she sliced and juiced oranges from the three trees just out back. The trees had been good to her and Mae thanked them and the fruit as she pressed and then drank. Mae whispered a thank you to her house as she walked away from it. She did not turn around for a last look. Mae knew the windows and porch and screen door all smiled at her as she moved away. It was a short walk through tall grasses to the cliff. The sun began to show itself as if someone with a steady hand turned a dimmer switch. Gently and steadily upwards. Mae took her sandals off and tossed them into the air in front of her. Her eyes followed them as they rose and then fell; far far far down the cliffside. She would meet them there. Mae touched her face, arms, chest, belly….wiggled her toes…and then, with her mouth wide open, Mae stepped off the cliff. She let the wind and the rocks, the sunrise and her own physical weight bring her to a quiet place. It was time. Mae was not sad. Mae was just aware as her eyes opened that morning, that it was recycling day, and she was to be a real part of that. #nightwalk

Zep is enjoying the ‘out with the old, in with the new’ phase.  #space #lettinggo #charity #hardwork

Zep is enjoying the ‘out with the old, in with the new’ phase. #space #lettinggo #charity #hardwork