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Archive for the month “July, 2015”

27 Jul 2015

Announcement

Wanted to share a little news with you all. No, I’m not pregnant. That would be a physical impossibility at this point in my life, for numerous reasons.

I submitted a poem, which I posted here on my blog, to elephant journal, and they have accepted it for publication. I was quite excited, since this was the first time I had ever submitted anything, anywhere. Thankfully they were kind enough not to make me wait too long, until they responded.

I will post the link when it’s published, and I hope you will take time to check out my poem, if you haven’t already, and elephant journal. I’ve fallen in love with elephant journal over the last few months, and I hope you do too!

17 Jul 2015

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Leave Now

“Leave now,” she said, “before I grow accustomed to your voice saying my name.”

“Leave now,” she said, “before I miss the weight of you in the bed and your hand upon my hip.”

“Leave now,” she said, “before we have a song we always dance to in the kitchen when it comes on the radio.”

“Leave now,” she said, “before I miss the feel of your lips upon mine and the smell of you upon my skin.”

“Leave now,” she said, “before we have jokes between us that no one else understands, and shared secrets.”

“Leave now,” she said, “before you make me believe in love and possibilities and tomorrows.”

“Leave now,” she said, “before you break my heart.”

Posted in Poetry and tagged abandonment issues, fear, leaving, love, relationships, they always leave

10 Jul 2015

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Steps

Last Sunday I stepped on to a plane mourning being separated from my son once again. I stepped off the plane to a different kind of mourning–the death of my step-brother.

Step-families are a totally other dimension. I can’t say I’m overly close to any of my step-siblings, even after 30 years, but my step-brother was by far, my favorite.

He was more like a cool party buddy. I tried to avoid family functions if he wasn’t going to be there, because he was the only thing that made them fun. He and my brother and I would sit around and talk about his youngest sister, because none of us liked her. She’s a bossy busybody, who thinks the world should revolve around her. Which, she has once again proven by sending out a group text asking everyone to bring birthday cards for her 26 year old son because obviously, her brother had the gall to die and have his funeral on her son’s birthday. What. The. Ever. Loving. Fuck.

I told my step-brother in my head that he will have to help me bite my tongue when I’m around her. And my brother and I joked that it was just the sort of bullshit that all of us would be laughing about if we were sitting around drinking together on another occasion.

But none of this changes the fact my step-mother has lost her son, and my niece has lost her father, and her children have lost their grandpa. On Monday, I will lift my glass to him because he’s the only one who ever made me feel like I was ever a part of that family. And I will miss him, and I will thank the universe I still have my brother.

Posted in Family and tagged family, mourning, siblings, step-brother, step-families

09 Jul 2015

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