Sunday, May 31, 2015
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Monday, May 25, 2015
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Friday, May 22, 2015
I Choose Life
Today I choose life.
Every morning when I wake up I can choose joy, happiness, negativity, pain...
To feel the freedom that comes from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices -
today I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it.
Thursday, May 21, 2015
To My Last Period
well girl, goodbye,
after thirty-eight years.
thirty-eight years and you
never arrived
splendid in your red dress
without trouble for me
somewhere, somehow.
now it is done,
and i feel just like
the grandmothers who,
after the hussy has gone,
sit holding her photograph
and sighing, wasn't she
beautiful? wasn't she beautiful?
after thirty-eight years.
thirty-eight years and you
never arrived
splendid in your red dress
without trouble for me
somewhere, somehow.
now it is done,
and i feel just like
the grandmothers who,
after the hussy has gone,
sit holding her photograph
and sighing, wasn't she
beautiful? wasn't she beautiful?
Lucille Clifton
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Monday, May 18, 2015
Loving A Woman
You don't love a woman because she is beautiful,
but she is beautiful because you love her.
~Unknown
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Who Are You?
One of my favorite movies, "Breakfast at Tiffany's"
You can discover more about a person in an hour of play
than in a year of conversation.
~Plato
Saturday, May 16, 2015
My Mother
She said the cornflake cake made her day,
she said a man cannot be blamed for being
unfaithful: his heart is not in tune with his
extremities and it’s just the way his body
chemistry is. She said all sorts of things.
We saw a duck pond and a man with a tub
of maggots and a tub of sweet corn, we saw
the walled garden and the old-fashioned library
in the park, stopped for a cup of tea in a cafe
where we had the cornflake cake cut into halves
with the handle of a plastic fork. We saw yellow
crocuses growing in a ring around a naked tree,
the sky showing in purple triangles between
the branches. We looked in the window
of Butterworth’s at the bikes:
they were beautiful,
all of them.
Gorgeous, she said.
The sun was
pushing through the iced air and landing on us
on our heads and our shoulders and the backs
of our legs.
We bought nail varnish remover
from Wilko’s, a bath sheet, and two Diet Cokes.
She said she’d been talking to Jesus and God
because she didn’t want to go to hell, although,
she said, correctly, we’ve been through hell
already, haven’t we. She said a woman should
know her place, should wait. She lit a cigarette.
~Ruby Robinson
Friday, May 15, 2015
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