TO MY HUSBAND

I like looking into your eyes being lost in the blue of the sky or the calming waters of the sea smiling at the laughter bubbling inside, brighter than the stars can ever be. I like looking into your eyes to see myself bathed in bottomless love.   ~~~~  

POETICS: IT’S TEMPTING

ENVY I see friends posing by the Eiffel Tower or admiring the ruins of Angkor Wat when their heels aren’t pounding the halls of pow’r. They meet for coffee, enjoy their chit-chat spend some time shopping for designer clothes when they are not writing their legal drafts. I could have been like them. Oh, my

MAN AND WOMAN

Man and woman talk to each other not comprehending a word that’s said. She wants him to understand her. He marvels at her stubborn head. Not comprehending a word that’s said they contemplate the other with distrust. He marvels at her stubborn head how fascinating it was in the past. They contemplate the other with

TO MY HUSBAND

At the foot of the altar before angels and men a new creation was begun –   our flesh our hearts our minds  were woven together that our souls be one a mate to the other in their journey through time. Our separate loves linked by the Divine shed their earthly clothes  put on the

THE AMAZING UGLY SWEATPANTS

I wrote this post following a prompt from Studio30+ which was about, you guessed it, Ugly Sweatpants. 🙂 Studio30+ is a community of writers which I stumbled when I read Jester Queen’s post, ‘Show, Don’t Tell’.   To make a story short, I signed up with Studio30+ and found Jester Queen’s post to be very helpful.  I had

BLUE FUNK

Cook. Wash Dishes. Wash clothes. Fold clothes. Change diapers. Repeat. Sometimes, it feels like those are all the things she does. How inconsequential. How routine. She will look at herself, her unglamorous self, feel inadequate and descend into a blue funk. Through the blue prism, she sees her friends wearing clothes with names wondering which