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A Mother’s Quiet Time

I wrote this many years ago, when I had three children under three years old–my older two are twins.

I love to meet You early each day. 356 more words



There is a sadness in true love. A sadness I have come to depend on, inspired by separation. The closer we get, the more we realize we are somehow apart, and yet we strive all our lives to overcome this. 129 more words


From Gloria

I want so badly to tell you

With your mustard stains

Awkward eyes

Bootstrapped breath

It’s okay

It never wasn’t

Unmatched socks

And the more you try to hide it… 125 more words


In vocation 7/26/14 D1

I am calling upon you
daughters of Zeus
Feed me all that I am missing
fill me with your blessings
Hear these words as yours and… 353 more words


Fuck roses. 7-24-14 D1

Fuck roses. I don’t believe you need to bleed to hold beautiful things. When did red become the color of love? It is the color of anger, war, blood and embarrassment. 204 more words


Wordless Haiku #2

I’m having fun with these Haiku challenges.  If you feel so inclined, I’d love for you to join me!  Check it out at Ronovan’s place. 155 more words


After an avalanche 7-17-14 D1

I already know the dangers of exploration.
Not everything searched for is lost.
If I became snowblind while walking alone in our Arctic,
and your words froze in the air, 92 more words