Category: Reflection
-
No Punctuation for Good Measure
this is not a poem exactly just thoughts broken by lines and no punctuation for good measure this is not a coherent whole poem and prose welded and molded fused together in harmony ……… Let me tell you. Thursday marks our one-year anniversary. We met at Julie’s, after my class (it was…
-
To My Dearest, Part 4
It’s been almost a year since you entered my life causing chaos and laughter and destruction Today I realized you are a relief in a way inexplicable My heart has eased its aching enough to be to be confused by easy emotions and images of closure enough to be glad that anger is not the…
-
Inaudible, I Know
Inaudible I know In their voices I know A sad, fierce look in their eyes I know The problem with my hobby of suffering through heartache is that I remind others of their own past relationship traumas (a saving grace is most of them are in good, healthy relationships now). I’ve finally realized when…
-
Man-Forgiveness Policy
I had an epiphany. Again. It occurred to me as I was listening to the ends and outs of a loan forgiveness program where teachers who are employed in high-need areas have their student loans repaid (forgiven). What every single woman and gay man needs to do is establish a Man-Forgiveness Policy for which each potential…
-
He Thinks, She Thinks: More on Bitterness
If I weren’t so self-involved, I’d ask you how you were. I’d ask you how you feel about the stimulus package and Oprah and landscaping and your family. I’d remember your birthday, and I’d say, Happy Birthday. I’d recognize you as someone not to be stepped on, someone worthy of common decency. As it…
-
On Loss
I think I may have lost my mojo. I’m almost sure I had it at one point. I think I might have been sexy once. Way back, last summer, maybe. The most alluring thing about me now is my side bang, which hangs ever so seductively in my face and sometimes gets in my eye,…
-
Dueling, Dueting
Here’s how on-the-same-page poeticgrin and I are. poeticgrin’s email: Medicated Lady. This is the same conversation we just had. medicatedlady: What do you like to eat? poeticgrin: Cheeseburgers. medicatedlady: I love cheeseburgers. What are you talking about? My version: This was our conversation. Him (yesterday): you paint…
-
P.S. I (heart) you…
because no one else has ever called me or my writing gentle because you don’t tire of me because you recognize insufferable positivity is positively insufferable because you encourage me to curse because somehow, some way, you get me because you pacify my angst with your words and tell me there, there it’s not so…
Home 