In the Pink
"Fruits on Pink" by Bink She begins. First, there is pink. Well...vivid electric magenta is more apt. She pushes the frayed brush into the water jar, hitting the bottom too hard. Taps out a neurodivergent…
Anxiety, the unwelcome house guest (who never seems to leave).
An older painting I did of Bink stimming at the beach. Agita Sometimes I think there four of us making a life inside this sweet gray house. Add the felines, we make a quirky…
MelindaFebruary 28, 2024
Still, After Years
This is the Love Poem, Mid-Life for Super Guy "Who, being loved, is poor?" --Oscar Wilde Remember the night I woke moaning, ankles on fire, some ghost gripping my arches, preventing even a twitch of…
MelindaFebruary 14, 2024
A Hole That Can’t Be Filled
Can you imagine being in such tremendous pain that the best path to freedom seems to be ending your life? Feeling so hopeless or worthless that you truly believe the world would be better off…
MelindaDecember 20, 2023
Grandma Moses Speaks to My Lengthening Years
Anna Mary Robertson Moses, aka Grandma Moses, is one of my inspirations. I do enjoy the quiet beauty of her landscapes that hearken back to what many consider simpler times, but what really captivates me…
MelindaOctober 10, 2023
Rhyming to Death
I started writing poetry when I was 8 or 9. My first notebooks were full of rhyme, crude as it may have been. Over the years my writing morphed into rambling narrative free verse. From…
MelindaSeptember 20, 2023
It Goes Like This
You smile down on me from a slightly precarious perch on the shelf above my messy desk. It’s my favorite photo of you—young and exuberantly happy, arms flung wide, dressed in colorful layers that reflect…
MelindaMarch 29, 2023
(She is) Unbroken
Unbroken There were times I imagined you different. My young mother mind pictured you— normal, typical, non-disabled. I can’t use those words anymore for their opposites evoke— lack, absence, tragedy, and you, my child, are…
MelindaJanuary 31, 2023
First Digit Singular
This Is What Really Happened Trigger warnings: Run-on sentences. Querulousness. Thirteen days ago I had my thumb joint reconstructed. This was elective and a long time coming—both carpo-metacarpals whittled down to bone on bone,…
MelindaJanuary 22, 2023