I Drew Myself a Bath

Tonight I drew myself a bath. Surrounded by bubbles and  steam I thought about that kettle, the one I thought was worn through. I thought about that  woman on the edge, afraid, still wanting, needing,  to take that last step and fly. I thought about Jenny,  crying alone in her  bed while John retreated to…

Day by Day

Day was breaking as I threw wide the curtains,revealing a rising sun and a glowing sky.I smiled at the sight and said to myself:I think it’s time you start saying goodbye. Say goodbye to weepy days, full of melancholy.Wipe off the tears and don’t think about regret.Those years were happy and full of love.There’s no…

The Sunday Post: Every picture tells a story

This week was much better. I have my furniture, the rest of my clothes, my kitchen stuff, my books, Would you believe I have unpacked every box? Granted, I did put a few boxes away that didn’t need unpacking: boxes of mementos from when the kids were little, Christmas decorations, things like that. But these…

The Sunday Post: Getting Ready

I started working on a new poem this afternoon, but then as I was writing the words didn’t really seem to fit. I was trying to write about a particular subject but the words that ended up on the page were about something else. I think there are two different poems that are forming and…