We are all lied to, my love mostly by ourselves we tell ourselves stories in which to wallow in which to cave in which to concede that is how we found ourselves today you with an unfinished assignment me with … Continue reading
” We have been wounded by it (giving)” –Alberto Rios Giving: What it Takes My car door slammer, my you-don’t-get-it-you’re-too-old, my you-should-be-home-making-cookies my you-promised-me-you-guys-wouldn’t-split-till-i-was-out-of-the-house My Daughter. Full of intensity and scowl Full of cat eyes and hoop earrings Looking for … Continue reading
Daughter Land She reaches over and touches my hand tells me with her fake nailed manicured hand that she loves me– The year has taught me that words are fraught as any hand that could slap and scream I duck … Continue reading
Tonight my second play in two years, The Adventures of SadGirl: Superheroine goes up at the West End Theatre in Quincy, CA. I thank the theatre from the bottom and top of my heart for allowing me to put on … Continue reading
Last night was beautiful. Feather River College’s graduation was in particularly poignant to me. So many students I’d had for two, three, some four classes over the last four years were graduating (my babies!). I celebrate them one and all. … Continue reading
