Smidgins of joy hidden on blank pages.
Coffee one day
Today's vignette of joy comes from a reworking of something I scribbled exactly five years ago.
So should you happen to scorn or fail to comprehend or accept who I am, respect my soul, and what I have and haven't done, as I respect life and love itself.
Between the lines
It is the place where one notices such things and yet one stares ahead as if half-blind and half-deaf, for this is the permissible response when private drama unfolds in public spaces.
'Tis a blustery day that makes me feel strong. Restless winds remind me of those days when first I felt the fullness of my womanhood. It is the kind of strength which conquers horizons, yet has my feet planted squarely on the ground. There is no Earth Mother goddess: I am she, and must be... Continue Reading →
Fooking kittens revisited
I am extremely allergic to cats. I do not need any advice as to how to deal with this fact. It is quite simple: cats must stay away from me. That way, the cats will be happier, and I will be alive.
There’s more, possibly
As extra penance, she did not flinch as the scalding hot water ran over her winter hands.