This was written for dVerse, secret ingredient.
Christmas in the kitchen
flour integral décor
wide eyed children
“helping” to pour
a touch of this Continue reading
All caught up with NaNo (for the moment) so I’m venturing into flashfiction. Flashfiction is easier, let me tell you. Get an idea, write it, edit it to the depths of its core. And you may just have something beautiful. A novel? All of that need to write extra words? 😉 I’ll make a good novel yet…and maybe even a brilliant flash. You never know. Cheers! This is written for Carrot Ranch. Continue reading
I cried as he spoke
of his little girl
of how a parent
should never bury a child
of how instead of girlish giggles
there’s cold silence
grayness on golden days
a single ubiquitous cloud
shrouding his sun.
How can one remain unmoved
knowing dreams, futures
smiles, songs, singing
laughter, weddings, babies–died?
Hearts cannot be mended with gauze.
Ice dwells where warmth was.
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“Having children changes you.” These were the truest words Mother ever said.
The moment I held Maria, her big eyes surveying her world, I was smitten.
The second truest thing Mother said was “no matter how well you think you know someone, you don’t.”
Maria’s relationship with her father and me was different. She kept curfew, didn’t lie, and told me everything.
Mother said, “The greatest disappointment is finding out what you thought was true, wasn’t.”
Sitting on Maria’s twin bed, reading her journal, I amassed a list of those who would be unforgiven.
I was at the top.
She wed her piano teacher
she: starry eyed romantic, dreaming of children
laughter, holidays, aromas rising from the kitchen,
constant cheer, noise, hide and seek, changing diapers.
Cocktail parties for his rising star, cocktails for her
in the kitchen impaired, bitter, vitriolic.
Late, the last baby, afterthought or salvation
Amidst recriminations, anger for him and infidelities
Women coddled him, men he fucked
Home to screams of drunk wife and baby girl,
Sons pounding each other, other daughter jealousy green.
Baby daughter smiled always, mostly,
Fearing though the vicious mother temper
One word yielded spankings, one wrong turn more,
Child she was never bad, just curious, seeking, observing =
spanked, but not by philandering, adoring dad.
Too young she became fatherless
The mother’s temper calmed, bitterness never
Anger ruptured over all things, grudges grew
Daughter tried to mollify the feelings,
learning inward growth,
smiling alone, being alone, understanding alone.
Alone no one hurt you.