Hmmm. I thought I put me down right there
Here is Where All day the wind blew the trees against the house, and my old ears heard the hearty breeze as a roaring river, the kind that swells in spring, the kind that swallows…
Dear Future Roadmaker
It's still April, still Autism Awareness month. I'm thinking, as I so often do, of all the people I have met on my journey of raising a daughter with special needs. There have been some…
MelindaApril 15, 2019
Inch by Inch
Dear small band of loyal readers, I'm pleased to share that my poem, Reset, has placed second in the Light of the Stars poetry contest sponsored by Lone Stars magazine, and appears in the Spring 2019…
MelindaApril 9, 2019
Our small eyes
Perchance Perhaps nothing begins or ends, not exactly. The field mouse knows the tall grass to be her world. We say morning comes, and yet it is always somewhere, just not in the very front…
MelindaMarch 11, 2019
To Sleep, Perchance to Wake and See the Stars
Bink does not sleep solidly through the night, ever. When she was younger it was especially challenging, because she'd wake up and need me to be right there with her, and she'd often be up…
MelindaFebruary 18, 2019
Love is a Rendering
Love is a Rendering Telling you how I love you is like trying to find things that haven’t been said about the ocean. My hands prefer to paint it— affection, water— sweeping, striped backgrounds,…
MelindaFebruary 14, 2019
Daisy Bell
I'm showing my age, and proudly, when I ask this—do you remember the sweet old song called Daisy Bell? "Daisy, Daisy, tell me your answer, do/ I'm half crazy all for the love of you..."…
MelindaFebruary 11, 2019
There’s no write time
BLOCKED This morning the mirrorcaught my eyes,and I locked gazewith the creature staring back at me, wondering, as I sometimes do,what would happenif I opted not to claim her. If I chose a different identitywould the…
MelindaFebruary 6, 2019