Perception Softens

November 8, 2020.Reading time 2 minutes.

A single tearwhite-hot acidannounces self pityabhorrent emotion midday body crashedI am foul-minded, drag-downunreasonable…spiteful shut my eyes againsta world of able-bodiesimmune to the struggle loathe this weaknessthis intolerable disconnect –body/mind detached from will futility reality’s wallcould cry…will not crythis day is not done. Later, tasks accomplished –I pushed through –I sleep, awaken to nightfall Soft pinks […]

Farewell Autumn Blues

November 7, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Weekend Sky challenge.

Oh To Wade In Calm Waters

November 6, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Bird Weekly: Wading Birds

Wordless Wednesday

November 4, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

VJ’s Weekly Challenge #119: soft

November 2, 2020.Reading time 2 minutes.

“It’s the hard things that break; soft things don’t break. It was an epiphany I had today and I just wonder why it took me so very, very long to see it! You can waste so many years of your life trying to become something hard in order not to break; but it’s the soft […]

Frost Warning

November 1, 2020.Reading time 2 minutes.

Nature herself seems confused these days – flowers linger despite the frosty chill. Inside, we prepare to hunker down for the cold weather, knowing that there is always potential for hindered travel. Isolation plays with the mind, conjures certainty of malfeasance. Ric’s recovery is slow and his spirit is lagging. I feel somehow left behind, […]

Cloud Mountain

October 31, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

(For Weekend Sky.)

VJ’s Weekly Challenge #118: frost

October 26, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

There is frost on the pumpkin, and Jack Frost, and Robert Frost, and frosty stares, and a cake to frost. I’ll likely be outside trying to capture frosty images. Where will this challenge take you? Can’t wait to read.

Trash The Script…Please!

October 25, 2020.Reading time 5 minutes.

“There’s a sit-com in here somewhere,” I tell a friend, relaying how our week has gone. “Except no one would believe it,” she retorts. She could be right. I don’t even want to write it here: all seems so beyond the realm of possibility. Ric and I have found a rhythm. I look after his […]

Morning Sky

October 24, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

(For Hammad Rais’ Weekend Sky)

Dear Child

I know a little girl,whose hair in ringletsfalls, unkempt from lackof brushing; who standswhen she should be sitting;who laughs with defiance whenchallenged, her dark eyes gleamingwith mischief; who holds her chin uphigh and stamps her feet, arms foldedin protest when she does not get her way. I see that little girl,have watched her play,with a […]

Re-de-fine-d

Ask me how I’m doingand I’ll say “fine”, notbecause I’m actually fine,but because “fine” is the onlysocially acceptable response. If I said that I have been lyinghere, for three hours now,willing my body to move,that would elicit unsolicitedadvice and tarnish my “fine”. I’d berate myself for breakingmy promise not to moan,knowing that complainingprovokes a compulsive […]