The author reflects on becoming an aunt at forty, witnessing life anew in her nephew Bodhi, as memories and connections across generations intertwine, highlighting the beauty and complexity of aging and family.
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Who Are We?
The article reflects on the complexities of womanhood, grappling with identity beyond societal labels. It highlights the joy found in moments of genuine connection and freedom, ultimately suggesting that embracing both challenges and joys defines the female experience.
Wave
Trapped within,Thoughts I can’t contain or hide.Spilling out,Overflowing — across the great divide. Oh, Honey, this isn’t easy …You’re a wave …And I’m drowning —But you’re the water that I crave. Crawl to me … to youLet’s hide beneath castles made of sheets.Turn this tide;And, dust away the sand beneath our feet. Insecurities mounting,Threatening to overtake usGently binding … Continue reading Wave
After The Show
I find it interesting how much you can feel ‘love’ when death takes place. It’s so thick in the air that you can wrap it in your hands and strangle it into oblivion; … and suffocate with it.
Come My Sweet
And said he to her,
"Come my Sweet, there is much to see, and much to do,
I will show you pleasures old and new..."
Do Not Think
You take from me ... all from me
Life’s small happiness; suck me dry,
Pull my oxygen, cut my cords.
Leave me hiding; trying not to cry.
Pull Me Back Down
Let me get lost ...
Desperate and wasted.
Do You See Me?
Oh, how I hungered for this love,
Lost repose,
Deeper than one could have imagined;
Kaisha Trzaska 