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  • pondering on a Sunday

    I just finished vacuuming the house, it Really needed it. I always think when I do chores, about the week or something that is bothering me. I sent the four legged creature out of the house with the husband. Otherwise I can’t vaccume or get anything done.

    When I was single I hated Sundays, I remember thinking that all I saw was happy couples, reading the paper together or walking in the park holding hands. Made me feel lonelier than I was. I recall going to my favorite café & ordering my drink & mentioning that I was engaged to the barista. He blushed & managed to congratulate me before giving me the coffee on the house.

    I never saw him after that, I had literally No idea he felt that way. It came as a complete surprise to me. Something similar happened recently & I feel bad but I was only drawing a boundary not saying we couldn’t hang out. I am married to a guy that doesn’t get jealous or worried when men pay attention to me.

    It’s funny I am nearing 50 & I still got it, weirdly funny & sad at the same time. We where at quiz night on Friday & I accidentally thought I had won something. Anyway when I walked back to our table with whiskey several men mumbled that fact. Funny. I spent time in Scotland so I know what to drink.

    It’s weird to be this old & to be seen as a piece or conquest by men. I have always had my own style & confidence. I am also secure in my marriage; but my husband has always known that I prefer male friends to female. Maybe it’s because I grew up with 13 male cousins & that’s why I like male friends?!

    I do have female friends but they’re sparse, I also know that some guys are incapable of being friends with women. All I have to say is their loss.

    Till next, do you walk away if you find out someone’s in a relationship or marriage???

  • Rediscovering my poet voice

    I wanted to share some of my favorite poets yesterday, as I am working on a new book that I want to have a modern flair. One of my others that I found from a book from university. Li Young Lee work is powerful & sentimental as Mary Oliver is direct & gut punching.

    I have even dipped my eyes in the passion of Portuguese poets, who’s visually stunning & raw in their translation. Something I picked up in Lisbon in 2017, the same year as my first book came out.

    In my new book I want my prose & the poems to jump from the page. I want to seduce my readers & collaborate with a modern artist that finds inspiration from my work. I miss the galleries of the MOMA in New York City, the view & Picasso I saw at the TATE in London.

    Cezanne’s the card players I saw here recently, colors dancing in the painting. I have seen it before in New York City in the 1990’s around the same time I saw Seurat at the Met. If you are someone or knows someone who wants to collaborate with me please contact me in my bio.

  • One of my favorite poets

    It was a long climb out of the soil. She counted off whole continents as she lifted each foot, imagined her dark years falling away like husks. Soon she could feel objects come to life in her hand, the peel of banana, a lightly waxed pepper, she accepted these into her home,. placed them in bowls where they could be watched.

    There was nothing obscure about melons, nothing involved about yams. If she were to have nothing to do with the world, these would be her translators, through these she would learn secrets of dying, how to do it gracefully as the peach, softening in silence, or the mango, finely tuned to its own skin

    The World in Translation by Naomi Shihab Nye