You sing your caged bird song
a lonely trill that echoes in the hearts of mothers,
with a tug at familiar longings,
but the wisdom of a thousand shattered
fragments of love.
So fly. Go. I will be here to catch you.…
Today was a day of the normal business that we all go about, getting kids off to school, taking care of sick me and daughter, and ultimately trying to keep myself from spending the day in bed all day. As dinner wrapped up and I settled into my evening routine, my email was sitting their waiting to be checked.…
One time you count
and another might
count down the time
On this side of glass
the faces blur, lines
in the headlights.
Equipped with the operator’s
manual it will make security
seem sure. As if you could solve
just hide from looking for yourself.…
for Mighty Mike McGee
Looking for the scrap in a day, a week,
but this one is too small and that one too weary.
Believing that it is possible to trade
now for later, but missing the magic of the present.…
I want to fix your algorithm, but all I accomplish
is complicating the mathematics between us.
See, my formula is full of prime numbers,
but you, you want the geometry of my angles to total something odd.
Line brackets up on either side to solve me, but you don’t need to,
you’re sure of the solution.…
The summer that:
we went tumbling down the Pemi
more times than I can count,
found comfort in charity bread,
spoke of our future
like we were picking
out constellations —
as if the future held
some magic, a way
to keep the thoughts of
the bottom falling out
held at bay.…
I have started to write again after a two week break. It has been a challenging couple of years, but I have hope. I refuse to let my illness stop me from accomplishing all that I want to, it just may have to be at a reduced pace.…
I am swallowing my pride, as is needed for my family. Thank you for reading this and helping my cause.
Having a chronic illness is expensive. I am reaching out to those who might be able to help. I have had Chronic Neurological Lyme since 2011.…
My dad once asked me if all great writers were messed up? Drugs, depression, alcoholism, seem to be a theme in the bios of many of the anthologized writers. I laughed a little at the time, thinking to myself that I was probably a tad more crazy than anyone realized.…
About four years ago I was diagnosed with Chronic Neurological Lyme disease. I sometimes feel like I need to be confessing this to a support group. “Hi! My name is Ivy and I have Lyme Disease.” I know it seems dramatic, but unless you have lived with someone who has it, you cannot understand the impact.…