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Ants and Wedding Dresses

What was that? Early morning waking and spine still creeping with crawling ants and a nice policeman at the thickly padded door. Waking and wondering at the man inside her kitchen, doing dishes, who was he, this blend of old and new, she’d thought more of old until that odd door swung open. A clean…

The Ward

  I watch you all in the darkness, my own chest tight and uneasy. In this cold, quiet space, with only whispers in the air. My tasks to complete; every quarter of an hour, yet there are no clocks here. Asleep for now, are your demons resting? Or does the torture continue as you lie?…

Diligence

     Part 2: Domestic violence, leaves you alone; with less resources, under a microscope of scrutiny, becoming an at-risk family with at-risk kids; as viewed by society. Feels like, look sharp! every move, every thought, every prayer take care, you’re being watched it’s in the night, it’s in the air just one slip! and the…

Hideaway

Part 1. What domestic violence feels like when you are IN in. Part 2 about how society views you after discovery of DV, and Part 3 about recovery are forthcoming. It starts as a spark, as something someone said. Or like a lightning bolt— through your heart, of something someone did. A true revelation, a…

As you find your way

The Road  A great whoosh of the air she’d been holding inside. The strong glow up ahead, a blinding, white light. Forward, the way not the left, not the right. the past, it’s left behind, with all of it’s fright. Breathe in the new scents, the new tastes, hear the sound of the woman’s voice…

All of THIS

“All of this?” and she gestures to the marker, crayon, dust and filth that adorns her walls, her floor, her life. “All of this happened while unable to see, when my eyes were on my work, feeding my kids, surviving.” our life. “All of this?” she points to her stained carpet, broken cabinets, and broken…