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The End of the world
The End Of The World Around 8:30 PM she breathed a sigh of relief as in 90 minutes her head would hit the pillow and the illumination of the world would end. Over the years she had tried a few things to help her sleep: milk, cookies, magnesium, men, books,…
Integration There’s a moment when a child stops playing just for her as there is “Another” watching. The play become something other than sole imaginary play and is now “observed” play. The child comes out of her unconscious and is now conscious of her presence in the world No one…
Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving Once, long ago, I wrote a poem on Thanksgiving about a couple who were standing on a stone wall outside their house. They were wearing matching Fair Isle sweaters with wreaths around their necks and were in their fifties. A bird swooped down and took the husband’s sweater…
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Buy my book! The Favorite by Lucinda Watson This memoir in verse is brimming with insight and wisdom from Watson’s 71 years of being alive. It’s divided into three parts, which explore the author’s thoughts during different periods of her life. It explores a child’s innocence and curiosity in the first…
Japanese Garden
Japanese Garden Under Construction Stones rumbled, poured out then stopped precisely. A river threaded as a stream of water through a needle’s eye. Tree cut out of scrub: arms akimbo, silence of wind seen in movement of water, footsteps crunching faint and soft, Bird dares to dip a wing…
Suicide
Eight years ago I lost a child to suicide. It changed my life forever but this information has to be kept to myself the majority of the time. Before I lost Tina, I never thought about what to say to people when they suffered a great loss. Like most people…
And it’s summer I have a white eyelet bathrobe lined in baby blue, which I wear on the lawn after supper, and I dance for my grandmother who sits in the chaise lounge wearing dark glasses that are blonde tortoise with green lenses. Her skin is dark: tanned from years…
Retirement
Retirement There are some people who are content with the color of the sky and don’t long for a hurricane or a different season. They like the color white and are not tempted by cerulean blue or inky black or radically red. I see these people, and I am filled…
Getting Older
I noticed today that my hands are not my real hands. Someone has replaced my real hands with hands that look very old. If I hold them up to the light with my fingers pointed upward, I can count the number of wrinkles on each finger and there are at least 50…
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