Minerva's Memories

in these pretty things
these broken fragments
of our dreams, hopes, courage
the light does sparkle
a bit

in these pretty things
these shattered shards
of our faith, ideas, will
the shimmers do run
on us

in these pretty things
these scattered particles
of you, me, us
the flickers of memories
are born

-Theo

Migraine Lesson

Tonight, I have a growing headache. I’m drinking tea, sitting in the quiet and hoping the caffeine will ease this thumping before it becomes a sickening pounding of nausea and crippling sensitivity.

It has been months since I have had a migraine. At least I don’t fear them anymore.

Sometimes, for me at least, I am best served to embrace the pains of life on life's terms and curl quietly into the darkness of slumber. There, coiled among downed blankets, gray shadows and intimates smells, I can stay the course until relief eases its way into my mind, my being, my soul.

This is true for migraines and for the pains of living in a malformed world with less than the purest of intent.

Good Night.

Haunting Heritage

Below is a direct quote of a letter sent from my mother to my daughter who is studing abroad this semester. The content of the letter is exactly as she wrote it. The names have not been change. There are none innocent to protect.


"A few lines to let you know we are thinking of you and loving you.
Your Dad spent the weekend with us when you were in Paris. and I just had a great time.
We are still doing the same things. Granddaddy and Nana loves your emails. I print them out and give them to them. They are happy you are seeing the world and think you are the greatest.
Joe Gordon and his family brought the house next door so we are having lots of activity. They first cut the pine trees down, are removing the fireplace ( bricks sound loud hitting a metal dumpster) and they are fixing things inside. Guess they will move in when finished. Seem like a nice young couple.
We built a ramp for Granddaddy Benton and we are in progress of getting an electric wheelchair. He is weaker and needs this.
Bobby and Granddaddy Cox are fishing in the river and hunting.
Granddaddy has already kill 5 deer. He is going today to give some of his sisters deer as they love the meat and t hey don't have anyone to hunt for them.
Talked to Nichole a few days ago and she seemed happy. She has moved into a trailer on the land where she was borned.
Pam is better all bones are healing, but no job yet.
Bobby and his family are doing great. and said tell you hello. Bobby read the email about Paris and loved it. (you might think of being a
writer)
Lisa and her family are well. Branton has really grown and smiles all the time he is really cute I'll attach a picture.
I am well and still on the black and red quilt. I might still be on it next year.
The weather here is still like summer in the 80's and 90's.
Got to go, keep in touch and have fun. love you Grandmother and Granddaddy"

Heritage is a scary thing.

A Love Remembered

You would, no doubt remember me for we did share some significant moments of our lives together. We dated. We kissed and even passionately touched. We never made love. We never had sex. You always kept me at some distance and I always wanted you, desired you, and needed you.

I remember most the way you held my hand. It was sensual, intense the way you would stroke your fingers along mine, caressing my skin. I remember how you laughed and smiled. I remember watching you play your sport, animal-like, sweating with each sprint and swing. I remember how you were never able to tame your hair.

You would remember some things about me, I am sure, but I am also sure that the piece of my heart that you own is held by you without knowledge or even agreement. I still smile inside when I think of you. Thank you, Erin, for delighting me eternally.

Pinked

This is one of the most poignant videos that I have seen in a while.