I don’t think anyone would refer to me as a “nerd” these days, an airhead, possibly — which I, astrologically, have to lay some claim to, but a “nerd,” no. As a child, though, the term would probably have fit. My mother, who was a strange being in her own…

We don’t seem to fit into nature;

In fact,

We seem bent on disrupting its plan.

Unless, of course,

We were “put” here

To test

The worthiness of “man.”

Pretty sure we’ve failed.

Just sayin’.

“You’re too labile,” she said to me. I can picture the exact moment and where we were standing when she’d put it that way. We were on the left-hand side of the entrance hall opening to our dining room. She had her back the entrance hall; I had my back…

Life everyday : beautiful and tragic

Life everyday : commonplace and magic

Life everyday is exactly what you make it.

Life everyday : its your loss to try to fake it.

Are we,

The human race,

I wonder,

Some sad experiment…

A planted seed that promised growth

Then failed and simply bent.

Could we have lived, I wonder,

As bees within a hive,

Or dolphins in the deep blue sea

Who, as a pod, all thrive?

I watch a chipmunk skitter

Through the fallen leaves,

The birds up in the treetops

With no need to ‘believe’

We’re flawed, I think,

A grand mistake,

The worst of what might be

And pale, in comparison,

To every living tree.

Lena

The first time I saw Lena, she was rounding a corner in our house that broadly consisted of the doorway that led from the kitchen, skirted the entrance corner area of the dining room, then opened into a small so-called entrance hall that lay between the front door, the…

(Trigger warning : sexual abuse)

I am a vagina.

This is my story.

I am a vagina; I am a passageway, a hall, a tunnel, a glove, a slip-and-slide.

Things move it through me, coming and going and mostly coming.

I do nothing, except squeeze occasionally. My job is to…