Category: roadmaps to home

How Do You Spell WEDNESDAY?

My daughter decided today that she wants to have a party, at our house, next Wednesday. For her whole class. That meant, of course, that she had to start making invitations this morning when she was really supposed to be preparing herself to be school bound. There are plenty of little tidbits to talk about here, aside from the fact that we’re not having a party and … Read More How Do You Spell WEDNESDAY?

Out-Smarting the Conveyor Belt

I used to think life held some great destination that I was going to arrive at one day and have it all figured out. I had a mental list of things that needed to be checked off and then somehow I was going to stop growing. Because I had gotten there. Or something weird like that. I don’t even know that girl anymore. I am so aware … Read More Out-Smarting the Conveyor Belt

Love > Markers

O lover of sweet treats and markers; I am a lover of you. Even with your guilty face and conniving ways my heart is sold to “and when I get back in here let me see all the colors laid out and ready for me” and “when I put this broom away I will take some money and a sweet treat” and “wow, so … Read More Love > Markers

Melting Into Me

Does too much to say make the saying harder to come by? Have you consigned your will to create with the words that entice you or are they challenging you to do more and better, forcing you to feel deeper and stronger? You don’t know how to write yourself out of what you have fallen into so you simply stop writing because, maybe, if … Read More Melting Into Me

selfie

arms grasping at time- soundtracks; roadmaps; endless photographs scribbling frenzies to fill pages with- hold this moment; love intensely; let it go

cranberries

pain in the deepest blue-gray swell of ocean crashing on cliffs and exploding in my head. beg to leave, go, settle into calm, peaceful sky but no.  medicate without true placation i breathe in and breathe out mindful of each ocurence as it needles and gnaws, clawing at each part of my body wearing me down to nothing more than a staccato reaction of … Read More cranberries

crash

Saturday morning.  Sunrise.  White froth thrown from cliff-crashing waves dances before me, as if to say ‘Good Morning’. Sun threatens to pierce through the morning clouds – her hue sure to influence the direction of my thoughts. I am the grand crash splashing myself about the rocks; the uneven yet consistent tide; the fluid combination of darkness and light. Leather & Lace. These cliffs … Read More crash

headbutt

i need you to know… my love is there. i push, because- i want you to grow, into your best you. my strength – your strength – same eyes, same legs, same heart – butt heads; push and pull, and i know… it’s hard to carry your load, and it’s hard to carry my load, and i need you to know… my love is … Read More headbutt

interior monologue

Art in various forms.  Warm rosemary bread and coffee; Vanilla Nut.  Drumsticks and earphones.  Dirty socks on the floor.  Stuffed Animals.  Beach artifacts.  Fresh herbs and scented candles of the real-wick type.  A swinging chair in which to sit and ponder life.  Palm trees and brightly colored, freshly planted flowers.  Painted Terra Cotta pots of twelve-year-old girls. A B-B-Q pit; our first major purchase … Read More interior monologue

scars and all

Various shades of purple adorn my arms; legs; hands.  Various stages of physical healing represent stages of healing in my mind.  Some of my wounds are so raw they ache; others are mere reminders of obstacles I have overcome. Sometimes I scratch so hard it soothes me into temporary comfort. Sometimes I don’t know whether the soothing is physical or mental. Sometimes I apologize … Read More scars and all

royaltease

The Queens of SHEba Shall Rise (exalted) on their Battered Haunches, and Gloriously Stroke the Manes of Kings of Greatness in A Kingdom, which Does Not Exist save, for, in the Insipid Eyes, of The Invaluable Believers, of Kingdumbs. The Queens of SHEba Are Restored (exalted) in their Taffeta and Tulle, and Their Ignorance has Won the Prized Possession of A Kingdom, which Does … Read More royaltease

phoenix

from the ashes of her deconstructed being, she learns to take hesitant breaths. from the fears that left her knowing nothing of herself, she sees glimmers of enlightenment and love for her soul, and lightness in her dark. sate amid her famine tears with a purpose, she knows, but is still to weary to define. from the ashes of her deconstructed being, she learns … Read More phoenix