huddled in a blanket,
fingers wrapped around a coffee mug
steam rising across my face
not so much for the drinking as the warmth
I raise my mug to Winter —
“May you linger here this year,
not hurried by Spring as in years passed.”
I long for snow
Winter, stay and be kind
NOTE: In the winter of 2009, Oklahoma was covered in ice. In the dead of night, with the electricity out, you could hear the cracking of tree limbs all around you. It was such a mournful sound. The next 3 winters were mostly warm with only a few small snow falls. I am from Virginia where we get more snow than ice and I miss the beautiful snow.
Describe your family dynamic of your childhood vs. your family dynamic now.
I am the middle child so I spent a lot of time negotiating between my brother and sister and between my parents and siblings. I preferred to be alone most of the time and spent a great deal of time away from the family as often as possible. I had a good relationship with my father, but a strained one with my mother. In my family now, which consists of my husband and I, I spend a good deal of time alone in my room, writing and reading online. I prefer my own company and often get agitated at my husband if he interrupts me too often. With my parents and siblings, my mother has passed on, but I still have a good relationship with my dad, brother and sister. I live over a thousand miles away, so I am not bothered by their day to day stuff. This all sounds rather pretentious and selfish, but I am an introvert with bipolar and anxiety disorders. I know my limitations, which do not have a long range. I am best left to my own devices.
the barking, barking
like rabid dogs —
my higher self is not pleased
List your top 5 hobbies and why you love them.
1. Writing – while I now consider this my life’s passion, it has always been a hobby. I love it because it allows me to express myself articulately. I love the written word, using words in ways to describe the imaginations in my mind.
2. Reading – this is the greatest mode of escapism that exists! When reality is full of crap, I grab a book and live someone else’s life in some other world or place in time.
3. Painting, sketching – ever since I took some art classes in college, I have enjoyed expressing myself with painting and sketching. This has become another outlet for my imagination.
4. Crocheting – this relaxes me and allows me to daydream while my hands keep busy.
5. Researching – I love it when I get an idea in my head and I have to do research on it. I love delving into old records, newspapers, or periodicals. So much fun!
I sit in mourning
for the man I never knew —
his legacy stopped short in Dallas
O Camelot! Your blood, spelt
still runs through this nation
leaving a stain upon us all —
Will we ever know the truth?
Where do you see yourself in 5 years? 10 years? 15 years?
5 years – I’ve written my break-through novel and am now living in Maine, alone with a couple of cats and a Great Dane.
10 years – still in Maine, have written at least 2 more novels and published a couple books of poetry
15 years – I’ve traveled to Bali and India, written more poetry and a book about my travels.
as I face reality —
I’ve given all that I can;
this is more than a farce
but a new dawn rises —
am I ready to face the sun?
If you could have one superpower, what would it be and what would you do with it first?
Oh man! This is a hard one… how about the power to spread the overwhelming feeling of love with the touch of my hands? That would be the coolest! I could have an empathic sense and know when people are at odds with one another and be able to touch them and smooth everything over. Of course, that would mean I would need at least 3 powers: empathic ability, flying ability (or cool contraptions like Batman!), and the love touch. But the love touch.. that could do wonders for the world.
early morning rain,
a frigid chill in the air —
I curl up with Winter,
snuggling close under blankets
with frost-bitten toes and icy lips
Describe 3 significant memories from your childhood.
This is a bit difficult since I have memory issues… but here I go.
1. I remember waking up on the operating table when I was about 6, having my tonsils taken out. Days later I remember my mother and father arguing and I was crying, My throat was very sore. These are significant because they are the only memories I have of my life at that age.
2. I had read a book called Green Bottle Street about a missing street where time had stood still. It was hidden and forgotten. I remember looking for such a street all over my town, eventually finding an alleyway that led to a small street that I dubbed Green Bottle Street because I had discovered it and it seemed like time had forgotten it too. This was significant because it allowed my imagination to soar and I enjoyed the exploration process.
3. Senior Class Night… the most humiliating night of my life. I learned the unspeakable cruelty of people. My rosy glasses crashed to the ground and shattered into a million tiny splinters of pink glass.