Words from Inside My Head

thoughts coming from inside my head

relationships

  • Knitting While Driving in the Car

    I was feeling disconnected from this womanin the knitting group I had joined,she was telling us how often she had “knitted for hours in the car as she was driving”, most recently on a trip she’d made to Ann Arbor.  Now, knitting while you are driving was not something I was familiar with; I felt lost in my mind Read more

  • Protected: When I’m Gone, My Family Tree Will Go With Me,

    There is no excerpt because this is a protected post. Read more

  • Cat Lady Tanka

    My high school teachersaid don’t be so boy crazy.I preyed, to capture somedaythe perfect mate, but I failed.Crazy cat lady, today. Tanka Read more

  • It hasn’t Even Been a Week

    After a traffic accident, in which a drunk driver hit a local family’s car, killing the father and injuring the mother and their two children, our village responded with all the help it could, including love and money for the supporting family, friends and the survivors. We tend to think of loss in the immediacy Read more

  • That First Morning

    That first morning I awokeafter that first night I’d left and sleptaloneI thought your body was stillbesideme, I’d slept so deeply myright armwas dead weight that had takenyour place.Not quite fifty years later, it’s still here, a morecompatible other,resting by my side. Read more

  • For Whom the Ambulance Rolls

    If we’re competent and able to live on our own, we shouldn’t worry if we’re still significant but many of us do, especially upon hearing the sound of an ambulance as it approaches; our reactions are no longerto hustle and take a sneak peek from behind closed curtains to see which of the neighbors is Read more

  • Who I Ought to Be

     I seek the advice of men,  looking for myself  in one of them, reflections of who I ought to be  what would be approved, I ask?  The public men, if they listen, ask the same.  The private men say “stay with me,  I’ll explain” I stand naked in front of the mirror  and notice it Read more

  • Tomb of the Abandoned woman

    This is my park. I have been here many times, sitting by the side of the road waiting patiently for Abandonment. You will be riding him following a route I’ve mapped out. I drop to the ground, listening for the sound of that faithful beast as he rumbles toward me carrying you strapped upon his Read more

  • I Used to Be A Burglar

    I used to be a burglar but I quit, quit breaking into houses I’d been invited to by men with promises like keys around their necks. Knocking on your door one night a computer came to answer, it said you were away and refused to let me in. The locks had been changed and my Read more