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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…

Shadow of Ashes

image courtesy Edvard Munch Shadow moves in presence, in menace, no, but in silent appraisal. Seeing through with invisible eyes, and shaking facade free from brick walls. Shadow breathes to enlighten, filter and throw incandescence rays. Looking to back-light corners, to shimmer sharp edges round and smooth. Shadow surrounds the harsh, the unbending, and the…

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…

Unattended

Unattended,  saffron tinged leaves blow from the place they were then, to the place they now lay, across the carefully sown fields and through each deliberate blade, past a brilliant blue sky-now changed to gray, while she slept, and she dreamed of the straight and of the true, only to discover, with harsh sun’s ray,…

Her Fall Through September

Rice Krispie air?  No, not yet… She is waiting, suspended. Running out onto the porch with the trash to check, every morning. Not yet, she knows it’s near, and so she waits, suspended. Just the beginning of cooler weather in the mornings, just the very beginning, and she is impatient for temperatures to fall. She…