My revenge

The shrink often feels he should instal a wash-basin near the couch, like the dentists do. People spout so much of venom and bitterness here. I remember he pulled a gun at my mother and said ‘It’s either your daughter or your belongings’…. And my mother walked out of the house holding a three-year old … Continue reading My revenge

Plan B, C and more…

“Ikigai is a beautiful concept, but I could never reach the center. Life is not so well-balanced.” “What is your advice to youngsters choosing a line of work?” “Let your work have a bit of everything that’s you, though all may not be profitable lines. There is always something to soothe, when the markets sting … Continue reading Plan B, C and more…

Latent heat

No. It’s not about you. That was just me - seething inside with rage at your barbed innuendos, controlling the desire to pour water on your passionate demands after a battle of stinging words and setting the breakfast table, as if nothing happened last night. I wish it was a nightmare, but it isn’t. I … Continue reading Latent heat

Mediums have a voice, not words

Dawn is the most peaceful part of the day, and I choose to be out – walking on a path strewn with autumn leaves or snow or spring flowers. All carry different messages for my day ahead. Crazy me – I pick up a leaf and write a poem on it with the permanent marker … Continue reading Mediums have a voice, not words

A New Face

“How’ve you turned so dark?” “I decided to get out of me, and stop obstructing myself. Whatever remains is just beauty and light, and a path strewn with flowers.” “I can see a new face growing on you.” https://katmyrman.com/2019/06/11/twittering-tales-140-11-june-2019/

Worth it

light, fragrant breeze my senses luxuriate in it you  - somewhere near remember me, love we shared deserving a memorial https://frankjtassone.com/2019/06/08/haikai-challenge-6-8-19-fragrant-breeze-kunpuu-haiku-senryu-haibun-tanka-haiga-renga/ Image credit: By Bjarki Sigursveinsson – Own work, Public Domain, Wikipedia

Being Mom

Plop! She woke up from her reverie with the sound of a ball creating a splash in the bucket. Her toddler was at the game again, and the two older ones about to return from school. She rued about the disappearance of eight years of her life, as she lay the table with snacks for … Continue reading Being Mom