Month: February 2015

Flabby Arms Fly

I’d of loved myself so much sooner to see the artistic works of Medieval, Ancient rulers – an artists replication of curve before MTV. You can’t truly walk a life in vain, worried about the possibility of veins, can you? I find it novel, a woman with lines, a life’s story behind each indentation.  A tired mom with…

Read more Flabby Arms Fly

A Mom at Home

Mandarin Oranges break into beads that thread through the carpet I walk on.  An old grape tomato, the cat’s new toy splatters – on the hall wall I wander down, for more milk – that will spit itself onto the suede couch I sit my peanut butter jelly butt on.  Water in the sink, on the floor, hugs…

Read more A Mom at Home