May 2015

Working out

May 28, 2015

I have started back at the gym recently and have realized that at least part of the ritual is the workout before I get there. I am talking about putting on my workout clothes.  I wriggle and puff and pant just putting on my workout bra. My post-modern corset, the strap that sits just below […]

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May 22, 2015

In the kitchen sits the ordinariness of my life And then there is what I was meant to do Washing dishes, cleaning counters Emptying compost to feed worms It’s spring again and aphids devour my maiden hairs The first thing I’m distracted by coming home Aphids eating my precious, delicate leaves None of it feels […]

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May 22, 2015

They say she is spoiled. It is how they interpret her cool reserve, her aloofness, her cold bitch self. But I know another side of her she does not like to reveal. She has had troubles in spades and, if you knew her family, you would know what I mean. She watched while her father […]

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May 21, 2015

I saw her in the distance in her jeans and awkward shoes Walking the dogs in the park under the huge, old trees With their heavy branches hanging, sweeping The shrubs and grasses with their lonely, listless leaves Her pink cheeks gently whipped by the stiff cold breeze She told me the story of her […]

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May 19, 2015

I say I am overwhelmed but, frankly, I am not even sure what I mean. There is too much to do, for sure, but it will get done. It always does and usually just in time. It would be so much easier if I did not sweat, did not toss and turn at night, did […]

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God’s fishes

May 18, 2015

In Rome, walking towards the Vatican I tripped on a basket of sardines The Vatican, where God sleeps And dreams of fishes In Rome, walking past the dusty colors I sat in the warm dirt under the gasping sun Chairs in the square sunning themselves Before people pin them in place God’s fishes are sardines […]

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May 17, 2015

I want a pig to call my own A big fat rambling pig Wrinkled snout, snuffling thoughts A pig who likes to dig Sticking his nose in dirty things Sniffing all around Grunty, giggling, naughty pig Rolling on the ground A pig is different to a dog A pig has skin not fur Pigs will […]

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May 13, 2015

She loves him. He is her teacher and she has a naivety that prevents her from seeing him as he really is. He wants to suck her blood. He is a washed-up writer who has run out of ideas and she is a young woman for whom writing is second-nature. He is so envious of […]

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May 9, 2015

There, on the rug, was a note written on expensive linen notepaper, folded in half and tossed casually towards one corner as if he had not planned it at all. The rug was the centerpiece, not only of the room, but the house. He had paid more than a million dollars for it, a pure […]

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May 8, 2015

They made an unplanned stop and, like everything unplanned, the consequences were unforeseen. They had been driving forever. But then again, they had been married forever. Their lives had drifted over the years into such a routine and such a known and predictable style, they were not prepared for unplanned events. They had driven to […]

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