So, yeah… Rebelshire has a fecking elf. He arrived 3 years ago in a fit of desperation on my part. Trapped at home As a stay at home mom of not one, but TWO rambunctious toddlers in a small NYC apartment, I was game to try anything that might get them to calm down as the holidays…
Balance. The word tumbles through her mind, like shoes in a dryer, as she washes down her morning meds with cold coffee. What am I doing? Nothing. No, I’m sitting here watching the rain, trying to sort out what to do, and wishing I could do nothing. Read all day. Stay in bed and…
What is your biggest fear? There’s an interesting question for someone who struggles with anxiety. My mind immediately jumps to Franklin D. Roosevelt’s first inaugural address: “…let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself — nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts…“ It turns out,…
When we are small children objects appear without explanation. Registered as little more than shapes colors on walls and high shelves; set pieces picked out according to someone else’s esthetic. Some tchotchkes, however, call to the mind of a child. To this day, I cannot tell you where the crystal ball came from, nor how it came…
Running for the sake of wind in my hair, laughing, like the child I chase. Pure, simple pleasure: Able body and free will. Such is liberty. Genie wished for legs Not only to be his own Master, but to run. Inspired by my rebellious children, who run away from me with ever-so-much glee, as well…
Clouds of words floating. Thoughts mysteriously joined. Poem, form thyself. Ideas in flight! Flitting toward bright star light; Poems are word sprites. Inspired by these clouds I spotted on Tuesday, as well as this week’s prompt from Haiku Horizons.
Mother of Serendipity 