Black Widow

I feel long, spidery-limbs reaching out of the sky

Or sitting, Heavy, in the corner of the room



She is the Atom Bomb,


But no one can see her venomous, toxic waves of breath

Infecting, dissecting,

Rejecting us

There is no milk or honey here

No willow tree or baby’s breath

Only Her insidious Neglect

And her insatiable urge to Trap

To suffocate us in her hairy grasp

Like Saran or cellophane




In clear webs we do not know

We are in

Sad little ignorant



The Mother Within


The Great Shift came


I’d been waiting and waiting

So many days in so many lives

To finally see

This Softer side

She came to me


Together we wept for The Child That Was

She promised she would not leave

She would take care of me

I still see the little girl

Standing at the front door with the stained-glass

In the too-short white dress

That grandma made

Holding a gift in her hands

With a huge, excited smile on her face

Eyes squeezed in glee

Shaped like little, happy crescent moons

I will be the one she needs

I will be the Empathetic Listener

Guide her, help her, love her


The Great Shift came

And I….

Became a mother.