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Red Moon
You took my cat from me. He flew from his body. I could not hold him. I think it was your color that called him. Same to same. Now when I see you, I hear him purr. I could not hold him. Aug. 16, 5:16 p.m. EDT — Full Sturgeon Moon, when this large… Continue reading
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Other People’s Children
I’ve never regretted my decision to not have children. I made that decision quite young, and possibly for the wrong reasons; but it was the right decision for me nonetheless. The problem is not some grief for an imaginary child, but rather, for real children. The problem with other people’s children is that they… Continue reading
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Haircut
The Braid Its weight unfelt until absent, the braid lies on the hair dresser’s table. No tears in my chair, she said, and there were none. In the Twenties, this was scandalous, women cutting off their hair. What’s left is grey. Today women cut their hair when the divorce is final, or when he… Continue reading
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Thunder Moon | Revision
It woke me at midnight. It touches everything, the photographs on the far wall, the chair that rocked me on my grandmother's lap, this bed in its summer whites. It's quiet, stealthy. If I sit still long enough, I can see it move. But the light in this room does not move. This… Continue reading
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July 12, 02008 — REVISED
It’s a dark night, a slight moon. The scar remains, pale silent stitches from wrist past elbow. She held herself together. She healed. They used a saw to remove the cast. It screamed. She wakes in the breeze of the ceiling fan, sinks into deep mattresses; the sweetness of strawberries; tart lemon cake; the… Continue reading
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