How hideous is the Heaven that separates us.
Hell is here and now without you.
I inflated a balloon for my deflated life,
wrote a thousand "I'm Sorrys,"
tied them on a string and let go of the potable pain, praying
that the cumbersome grief would be lifted to the Heaven that holds you.
I could be carelessly carefree again.
With selfish sentimentality,
woeful winds carried my noteworthy
and noxious news to you.
I watch until they disappear and wait.
A monstrous moment goes by and the gentle grief
wafts back down to me and remains.
Thankfully, as it is all that remains of me.
Three girls. I was the mother of three girls until homecoming night when my middle child was killed in a car
accident. In addition to causing a pivotal change in my life, it caused a fundamental change in my writing.
I write more voraciously, more passionately, and with more honesty than I have in the past. I explore forms
and style and work to improve specific components of my writing. I enjoy all writing, but currently focus on
poetry forms and creative non-fiction.
In addition I am a grandmother, empty nester, artist, English teacher, cemetery researcher, kitchen food experimenter, and gardening failure. I live in the country and am a perpetual learner.
I abhor routine and often shift gears completely on classroom instruction, art style, writing style, furniture arrangement, and favorite foods/places/activities. The constants in my life are art and writing, creativity and love.
I have self-published two book Losing Sarah: A Mother's Journey to Peace (non-fiction) and Shadows and Shades (fiction). I also have written several editorials that were published in two local papers and two state-wide papers.