Dandelion Clocks (a haiku)
Just a field of weeds? Or maybe it’s a million chances for wonder. ©Vixen Lea 2020 Continue reading Dandelion Clocks (a haiku)
My bangs
When I was fourteen
I begged my mom to let me cut layered bangs
in a thick patch halfway across the top of my head
The goal was to curl, tease, spray, and shellac
these bangs
to a gravity-defying puffed-out masterpiece
bearing striking similarities to a mouse nest atop my head Continue reading My bangs
Cocoon the People
as the churning cacophony
of humanity
suspends, floats
and settles
each anxious human face
tucks neatly in its house Continue reading Cocoon the People
On wearing the Mom Suit
The juxtaposition of being a fragile human and a strong parent has never been more intense than this moment, during these times of global anxiety and local restraint. My children are young enough that they deserve to reside in the soft web of innocence a little longer. As parents, we are the weavers of this ethereal web, our sleight of hand holding the chaos at bay. These fibers become more tenuous each year, as our children’s arms and legs grow longer and their eyes begin to see farther into the truths of the world. Continue reading On wearing the Mom Suit
Up and Down the Mountain
I hoped this mysterious mountain hike would offer my son some respite from the monotony of home and the pressures of eLearning. What it ultimately gave him was much more powerful than that. Continue reading Up and Down the Mountain
Why do I have to do this?
“uhhhh…Why do I have to DO this?” moaned my 6-year-old son as he melted off the desk chair, hanging sideways, arms flailed. After the most recent painful morning of begging and coercing my son to sit in front of the computer and feign interest in any sort of school work, I decided I needed a paradigm shift. Continue reading Why do I have to do this?
The Fly and I
I feel like I’m waiting
stalled out
My wheels stuck in mud.
Waiting to move again
to breathe out
to reach out
to unclench. Continue reading The Fly and I
The Backyard Fortress
We’re currently in week 9,000 of quarantine… and despite my valiant attempts at daily schedules and homeschooling, they have found themselves bored quite often.Usually the only time they play independently without fighting it is because they are up to something sneaky: filling up the bathroom sinks with handsoap, drawing butts with Sharpies on their furniture, or opening up every box of bandaids to stick their artwork to the wall. Continue reading The Backyard Fortress
The Sifting
Here we are settling in to our new realities of Social/Physical-Distancing, Self-Isolation, etc.…left only with Family, Nature, Self. The world screeched to a halt, and we are each frozen in time, sitting here holding only the cards we had in our hands at the time of this virus. Continue reading The Sifting
The Erosion of Emotion
I have been experiencing a lot of heavy emotions lately. In the midst of this global crisis of pandemic virus spread and social isolating, my husband has to have immediate spinal surgery. Continue reading The Erosion of Emotion
