Author Archives: Chico’s Mom
Churched
My mom and I did go to church with my grandparents. When I was 9; something catastrophic happened in my spiritual life. Out of all the things my selective memory decided to hide from me; I remember that day. The pastor of our church was walking across our porch. “Odd,” I thought for him toContinue reading “Churched”
Empty Mantle
Empty mantle Stranger’s desire Winter warmth from touch-less cold Naked shadows dance In discarded candle light Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s. Not a published book.
Fighting with God
Genesis 32: 22-32 Your will shall prevail. Oh Lord, this is not easy. You have lifted a vail. This direction makes me queasy. Is this truly the path you wish me to follow? With Jacob you wrestled. Lord, I am terrified. In this sin, I wish not to wallow. I am relying on you toContinue reading “Fighting with God”
National Day on Writing
The hardest part of any project is getting started. Stop saying, “tomorrow” and start today. Happy National Day on Writing (U.S.)
Reading too much
I’m one of those people that over think EVERYTHING. You patted my arm, what did that mean? Are people just allowed to be friendly any more? Most people are not touchy as they walk out the door. We are (after all) in the south. “It was good to see you,” flowed from your mouth. I’veContinue reading “Reading too much”
Heart of Death: Ode to Poison Ivy
Colors beautiful and rich. You make my skin itch. Fall colors draped like a sash. Just to brush up against you gives me a rash. Around and round the tree, your a twister. No! No! No! Blisters! So beautiful. You don’t discern. You make my skin burn. Leaves of orange, yellow, and red. On yourContinue reading “Heart of Death: Ode to Poison Ivy”
Temporary Freedom
Over the summer of 2020, while we had been advised against traveling or having social-gatherings; I put my summer to good use. I had some pretty new cabinets put in my house. Well, used but new to me. We had a social distance paint party to get them ready. I have amazing friends. It wasContinue reading “Temporary Freedom”
Breaking In
One Sunday, I’m hanging out with *fam-ends. As the day wounds down, I run to my house to take fresh dry laundry off the line and care for Chico, my little dog. I finish my tasks and head back out. In typical me fashion, I have my hands full. I stuck the key in theContinue reading “Breaking In”
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