Tag: memories
member name: M M.
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April 17, 2007 11:36 PM EDT --
We edit the pain. This is how we survive.
But it remains like shrapnel under skin
and rises, and sometimes breaks the surface.
But it does not break us.
Sometimes it disfigures, or makes us perfect . . .
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June 12, 2007 05:07 AM EDT --
Don't tear me a(par)t.
My s(par)tan life (par)ts
Like a stream. It de(par)ts
As you close my a(par)tment door.
(Par)ts of my rusted (par)titioned self
Finally fail - the com(par)tments
. . .
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June 18, 2007 10:37 AM EDT --
WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU KNEW YOU COULD NOT FAIL ?
I’d get that manuscript in the mail.
Spend a day living as a snail, slow
And leaving my trail of slime
Without regard to erasures . . .
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July 12, 2007 04:17 PM EDT --
Sometimes I have
and sometimes not.
It is the not that forms the knot.
We all know this. We are
born to this knowledge
as we tighten our fingers
to our mother's, as we turn
our heads . . .
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May 09, 2007 04:57 PM EDT --
I cry. I sob, endlessly and uncontrollably.
Sadness visited me today at work. An inconvenient, unwelcome guest. I went to the ladies' room and sat in a stall and sobbed. "Are you okay?" . . .
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May 21, 2007 03:30 PM EDT --
The reddish-pink Korean ones in bloom
Gone to seed, the common purple clumps
Now sere, brown - a shabby room
The reddish-pink Korean ones in bloom.
I think of sticks, of switches, broom
And childhood . . .
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July 23, 2007 12:35 PM EDT --
Nothing but a broken chair. You know
the kind - one shiny, continuous tube
shaping back, seat, and legs. Vinyl seat,
red. And in some way obscure to us, broken.
Placed outdoors, it was fair game. . . .
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May 21, 2007 06:03 PM EDT --
And as my boss said before I resigned, "Everybody's mother dies. Get over it."
So, it's that day. And I still have the magazines I was reading in those final days at the hospice, . . .
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May 15, 2007 04:37 AM EDT --
Hanging laundry on the line.
A warm, breezy day.
Pants and shorts are joined at the hip.
I use my mother's clothespins.
She died six years ago, a week after Mother's Day.
What do you do with . . .
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June 01, 2007 05:00 AM EDT --
He does not wander far away.
It's hard to make it down those steps.
He is fourteen years old today.
He does not wander far away.
He is fourteen years old today.
Outlived himself, according to . . .
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June 19, 2007 09:55 AM EDT --
There was an order to early spring bloom times in our yard as I was growing up: first the lilies of the valley, the tulips, the lilacs, the iris, and then the catalpa tree. We had one in our front yard, . . .
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April 27, 2007 12:52 PM EDT --
Woke up sad, barely
able to move, smell
of burnt toast and
the ashes of a bad day
already begun - my son
awake, three-thirty in
the morning. Panic
and pacing all night
and I was afraid the house . . .
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April 30, 2007 11:43 AM EDT --
And the forsythia blooms. I hope it is in the right spot this year, gathering all of the sunlight my shady yard has to offer. I've lost three of them. This time I am careful to follow the planting . . .
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April 25, 2007 12:20 AM EDT --
It is the butterfly bushes I mourn
most deeply
and the monarchs that will not come
because of that: the deaths lead
to absence, the guests invited
but the dinner unprepared.
It is the white . . .
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May 30, 2007 04:50 PM EDT --
Yes, and plenty of it - that is what it takes to survive.
I did not think I would survive at age fourteen, when I swallowed a bottle of aspirin. Or the year that followed, after the mental hospital, . . .
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June 18, 2007 02:20 PM EDT --
He was a mystery to me, in a great many ways: a silent, stoic man who grew up on a ranch in South Dakota, speaking only Norwegian for the first years of his life. I have a picture of him standing on a . . .
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April 23, 2007 12:59 AM EDT --
Over the past several Sunday evenings, I have been watching Planet Earth on the Discovery Channel. A simply amazing series, much of it revolving around the ebb and flow of nature: spring and fall; night . . .
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May 07, 2007 12:17 PM EDT --
When a child is born, you want only the best for that new life. You look into the fathomless blue eyes and think of days to come. A boy. Bicycles and Little League. Scouts - maybe even Eagle Scout. Girlfriends . . .
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