Mid-autumn shrinking of days: waves of midnight blue lapping an island of grey cloud.
poetry
Why I only have panic attacks after the kids are in bed.
I dive so deeply into days flooded with motherhood...
Creative Process
My creative process is a bomb defusal in a crowded room where the people keep wandering by to peek over my shoulder.
Tomorrow
My every day is balanced on the knife point of panic.
Because the universe is not obligated to tell me of your passing
One moment you will be hereand the next you will be gone.There is a line somewhere,as fine as spider's silk,that divides a world with youfrom a world without.I am afraid of stepping overthat near-invisible crackwithout even noticing,until I look backand find it has growninto a canyon. Photo by MARIOLA GROBELSKA on Unsplash
I want to talk about anime, not what I do all day.
I am the shadow of my motherhood.I am what comes after the stroller,so that you already knowthe shape of mebefore you've really looked. I am cast with the waking of the sun,and warp around demandsmuch bigger than the mouths that make them,stretching and shrinking as needed. So please excuse my melodramaticsand the volume of my … Continue reading I want to talk about anime, not what I do all day.
I am here.
So I've been on hiatus for... a while. I'm okay. I wasn't okay. But I'm mostly okay now. I've had depression and anxiety for a very long time, but there's always been a good reason to push it aside. To tell myself that I'll be alright as long as I keep moving. That I don't … Continue reading I am here.
A Conversation (Hyperlink Poem)
(Click each blue response to see the truth.)
Thoughts at 1 am
This is for the moms whose vacations were taken in the aisles of grocery stores, at the tables of cafés, in efficient trips to the shopping mall or gym.
Some Days
Some days I give so much of my love away that I forget to leave any for myself.
Amy Notdorft 