Thursday, May 31, 2012

Turtledove and the Gladiator
I pray

and my prayers are


I ponder the meaning of this.

1.  There is no one to answer my prayers.

2.   There is some one, and the answer is no.

3.  There is some one, and the answer is
                  a withering,

        "Tell her I'm not available to her".

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

I've lost everything,

My home.

My car.

My children.

Even my damn cats.

I have nothing.

Boxes in a storage unit.

All due to an error in judgement.

Hubris, the Greeks called it.

The tears finally come.

Grief at letting everyone down.

I have failed in my role as




The keys jingle as I lock the door

For the last time.

Walking away.

Nothing to vindicate

My actions.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Flesh bleeds.

Fire sears.

The novice grimaces but holds her tongue

during the initiation.

One of us.  We accept  you.  One of us.

Welcome sister.  Your pain is our pain. Your grief is our grief.  Our strength will be your strength.

You are no longer alone.