A serious limerick Sometimes, I lock truths up in my heart for fear they could tear me apart. I can but haw and hem when I think to speak them, and when writing... even to start... smarts.
Tag: Worry
Chamomile? or: Lavender?
A nonet Anxiety is merely four syl~ lables: 'anx', an abbrevia~ tion for 'thanks' (for what, exact~ ly?) for one's all-consum~ ing I? e(eeeeeee), panic ringing 'tween one's ears; t(ea)? Yes! Chamo~ mile. Nonet? A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables,… Continue reading Chamomile? or: Lavender?
Mind, or: Heart
An American sentence: Having my first grader injected with a brand new vaccine scares me. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didnโt work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He felt… Continue reading Mind, or: Heart
Did I have COVID-19?
This week Sunday I picked my daughter up from preschool on Sunday afternoon for a playdate with a friend. When I picked her up, I sensed that something was wrong by her mood and behavior; she was being overly emotional about trivial matters (e.g., she was upset because a ribbon had come off her balloon).… Continue reading Did I have COVID-19?
Light, or: Heavy
Opening up about my aunt’s cancer
We live with her living with it This post may be short because this is not easy for me to write about. The subject is one that I usually only mention in passing comments: my dear aunt is a stage 4 breast cancer survivor. In much the same way that thoughts of Papa are always… Continue reading Opening up about my aunt’s cancer
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