of self love, vulnerability, and of course, donkeys
Sweat ran down my spine in slow, chilly lines as I stood in the driveway with one hand shading my eyes from the sun and the other waving goodbye to a man and woman from central Texas who pulled away carefully in their large, white pickup truck. Attached to the back of their truck was... Continue Reading →
We are nearing the end of the usual soaked, Texas spring. Soon, the clay will crackle in devastating dehydration and the treetops and rosebushes will be broiled. I give it another month until we’re begging for relief from the heat. I sat on the floor in the living room sipping my coffee, watching Little Foot... Continue Reading →
It wouldn't rain. My goodness, had it been trying to, but it just would not rain. The thing about late, Texas spring is that when the sky tries to rain, but can’t, we’re all left wandering through soupy, walking-through-a-warm-wash-cloth air that gets trapped around the middle of the rib-cage when you inhale. For those of... Continue Reading →
To your tiny face, I stoop down, My thumb pushing that line Of tears. They’re cool on Your warm, tired face, and Glaze the depth of your blue Eyes with heavy glint that hurts. Come here, unto my chest, my Baby, and feel my beating heart. Every Thump thumps just for you, every Hair,... Continue Reading →
As part of my morning routine, after coffee and a stretch and in addition to feeding the dog and giving the donkeys a pet, I check the chicken coop for any newly laid eggs in which to collect. For the past month or so, however, I have been unable to collect eggs because one of... Continue Reading →
