Filled with so much loneliness I suddenly recognize my hunger Watching anorexia creep back in I stop and eat. Care-full I nourish.
I started this blog so that I would have somewhere to put my old ideas. And I hoped in doing this my creative juices would start flowing. And then! I would see that my work was being looked at by someone and I would feel obligated to share more current ideas. This was all going … More my bed head
reflections of reflections The sharp light from the window showing itself in the polished black chair bouncing off of a briefcase of someone who can’t get home fast enough. Skateboard Girl I’d be better if I wasn’t so afraid of falling. so afraid of skidding so afraid of that bounce and scrape that never … More old poetry from my unguided twenties (2002/3)
My perception of religion as it was taught to me: a means of controlling and justifying the punishment of children and as a form of censorship and exclusion – which is taught in many religious day-schools regardless of the religion itself was my motivation for writing this note. … More non-institutionalized parenting (from iPhone Notes)
2015-02-05 The images we see on tv mimic our thoughts. Exacerbating our nuerons. create disconnections for our perceptions throw blood on the ice and damage our senses but don’t let us see where you’ve hit us. If we’re distracted long enough we’ll let you believe it’s not OUR blood out there.
The power has been out for seventeen hours now. It’s 9:15 in the morning and all these people are standing on their curb. like they want to know if their world changed while they were asleep. Maybe the world changed, but mostly because everyone’s by the roadside this morning. Northeast blackout of 2003 via Northeast … More Teen Suburban Commentator steps to the curb
2014-07-25 Mom’s can’t be everything. Running to pick up my kids. My milk-laden boobs being watched by delivery truck drivers and motorcycle riders. I’m running because I’m late of course. This is the life of a so-called ‘stay at home mom’. I was out buying meat for dinner and the short chatty butcher couldn’t just … More Mom’s can’t be everything. (iPhone Notes)
Three jet planes streak A for Anarchy in the sky, enclosed in the circle of my eye. contained. watch it disappear. clear sky blue rise blue fall blue another jet streaks by. Lonely white cap on water. left behind and then gone
It was all lost on me. I learn differently than they were set up to teach. I mean, what good is there in testing a child on her understanding of The Outback of Australia when she lived in a tiny Canadian planet? And less so when she was still carrying the shame of earlier in the year … More A Textbook Learner
2012-09-13 Grieg piano concerto in A Minor. op 16 my dusty wings opening up. Raised as I was to be only resilient resilient and detached. detached and resilient. In preparation of my life as a homeless woman. And so and so and blah blah blah as the last housefly of summer gets flushed down the … More iPhone Notes – various