In the Pink
"Fruits on Pink" by Bink She begins. First, there is pink. Well...vivid electric magenta is more apt. She pushes the frayed brush into the water jar, hitting the bottom too hard. Taps out a neurodivergent…
Anxiety, the unwelcome house guest (who never seems to leave).
An older painting I did of Bink stimming at the beach. Agita Sometimes I think there four of us making a life inside this sweet gray house. Add the felines, we make a quirky…
MelindaFebruary 28, 2024
A Tale of Two Motorists
Poem for the Pissed-Off Driver I have a third eye that sees beyond your scowl, man-behind -the-wheel who couldn’t bear to wait when I slowed to turn right and so zoomed past, horn blaring,…
MelindaFebruary 20, 2024
(She is) Unbroken
Unbroken There were times I imagined you different. My young mother mind pictured you— normal, typical, non-disabled. I can’t use those words anymore for their opposites evoke— lack, absence, tragedy, and you, my child, are…
MelindaJanuary 31, 2023
First Digit Singular
This Is What Really Happened Trigger warnings: Run-on sentences. Querulousness. Thirteen days ago I had my thumb joint reconstructed. This was elective and a long time coming—both carpo-metacarpals whittled down to bone on bone,…
MelindaJanuary 22, 2023
The Life Cycle of a Day
Bink and I walk outside a lot. We are blessed with a number of parks and nature sanctuaries in our area, and we know some of them quite well. This poem stemmed from a particular…
MelindaOctober 2, 2022
BE EVER SO KIND
In my nearly 30 year journey parenting my child with special needs, I've had much time to reflect on the juxtaposition between How I Thought Things Would Go and How Things Have Gone. How Things…
MelindaSeptember 17, 2022
The Visitor
In the dark, a baby fox hoists her short legs one by trembling one up the steep stairs, tripping the sensor light as she reaches the back deck in a sharp-eyed heap of gray…
MelindaSeptember 8, 2022