Category Archives: Everything old is new again

Life is an onion and one peels it crying ~French Proverb

This year I’m doing something different. I’m not sure if it is because I “failed’ at #Octpowrimo. By failed I mean I had a choice between being able to do things with my family and keep track of my commitments (which I still didn’t manage all of them) deal with some intense and scary news, celebrate Halloween and our 12… (more…)

“Two dangers constantly threaten the world: order and disorder.” Paul Valery

  Everything in its Place I want a clean and orderly place to sit and think, or make a thing. I want an unstained and fur free couch to watch The Doctor or turn a page. I want an unmuddled and chaos free desk to sit and write  or play at being a movie maestro. I want a sterile and… (more…)

Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. ~Toni Morrison

Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What’s that suppose to mean? In my heart it don’t mean a thing. -Toni Morrison, Beloved Emily’s Valkyrie Hey my girl, My moppet, my colt, my brilliant amazing daughter I need you to know from your toes that recall the third place… (more…)

It was a dark and stormy nightmare ~ Neil Gaiman

Teeth I have to wake up My own voice is talking to the me in the mirror WAKE UP, as I stare at bloody teeth, falling away streaming barely held screams from a rotting mouth. This isn’t real but I feel hands on my face Turn and feel something holding me to the ground. I try to speak and find… (more…)

I must take issue with the term ‘a mere child,’ for it has been my invariable experience that the company of a mere child is infinitely preferable to that of a mere adult. Fran Leibowitz

Day 2: Thursday, March 15, 2012 Prompt A: When did you realise you were a grown up? What did this mean for you? Shock to the system? Mourning of halcyon younger days? Or the embracing of the knowledge that you can do all the cool stuff adults do: drink wine, go on parent-free vacations, eat chocolate without reprimand?   There are… (more…)

"A poet is someone who stands outside in the rain hoping to be struck by lightening." James Dickey

oh dear god. It’s been too long again. Do I have good excuses, of course I do.  Some of them are quite silly. My desk where I do #wineparty and such isn’t comfortable. I have this amazing table  –well it’s beautiful, from my mom’s vast antique collection but it doesn’t have enough drawers and it is the wrong height maybe?… (more…)

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