Private School

At Craig’s suggestion, we started to consider giving private school a try. I was on the fence. I love homeschooling. Of course, I followed Craig’s lead and began to call different schools.

When I told Angelica we were going to look at some schools, she started crying. “What about homeschool?” I told her we were just looking at schools to see what there was and that she might like school. She pointed to her collection of science books we do together. I promised we could do her homeschool books together when she got home from school, that we could always learn together.

WE FELL IN LOVE WITH A SCHOOL! It is absolutely wonderful. I took Angelica with me on the tour, and she was beaming as we walked around the school. When we got out to the car she immediately told me she wanted to go to school, and asked if I could please tell Daddy that it was a good school and I liked it I did, Craig took another tour with me, and that was that. We were both sold. We applied. She got in. It is settled. Angelica is going to school this Autumn.

Poems and Photos to Come

I have so many photos and poems coming up! I have 80 more poems to edit. Additionally, I have tons of photos I want to post. On top of that, I have some paintings to post. I am going to get this all scheduled out.

Creativity has been sliding through my body like a pipe cleaner through a drain, narrow, dirty. Although I have not actually felt consistently normal, my creativity has been high as long as it is something I can do in private. I hate that I have the magazine at a stand still. I have more to publish and rejection notices as well. I am getting anxiety about posting. My mind has been absent lately. If I make a mistake on here, it doesn’t matter. If I make a mistake with someone’s story or poem, that matters.

My period of heightened introversion is good for me. I’ve been lonely, but I’ve been producing. I will be traveling soon, and I want to do a lot before then.

Moon Shadows

My shoes are made of china,

the white and blue decorating

my spectral feet

like moon shadows.

Everywhere I have ever walked

has been coated in bone or glass.

I avoid mirrors.

They show me all my thoroughfares,

and all but one are cruel.

The last is frightened.

Little by little,

my feet bleed.

With Angel Gabriel

The friendship between

nail and noose is

careful, refined.

Outside the pharmacy,

a pale and rain-soaked line.

What I know in my head

I do not know in my wrists

that hide a way of love.

The tree is held up by a cable

wrapped around Gabe’s hand

at the other end.

On the tree,

a sign nailed in

“Welcome.”