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She expected the world to turn upside down, at least tilt. She expected flowers to wilt and trees to shed their leaves. She expected time to halt, air to freeze, people to notice. She expected impact. Change. Day 1. She waited for the tears, the agony. She waited for the heartbreaking memories and the deep [...]

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Wish I Could Get Lost

Dawn breaks, white mist hides the familiar shapes of houses, trees, mountains. Kid awakes, the air is damp and chilly as I drop’em off to daycare for a while. I crawl back into bed and convince myself I have nothing better to do but be comfortably hidden under sheets and covers. For a couple of [...]

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Comfort

My eyes struggle to open but stay closed as if locked by my lashes. The dark is comfy around us: No need to change that. My fingers move in a gentle, low-key way from shoulder to palm. Lids tremble, lips part. Breathe. I lay my head by his head and sleep.

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Birthday

Here´s a little story for a contest over at Writer´s Round-About. Hey, If you don´t try you never succeed, and the prizes are yummy ________________________________________________________________ The door was open. Light streamed into the room like a waterfall, or so it looked from the sideways-on-bed, head-hanging-off-edge position I woke up in. I pulled myself up, cringed as [...]

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(a Poem a Day) -Honeydrops-

(Sorry about missing Poems-a-Day, to you who read them… And yes, yes, it´s a mommy-post…)

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(a Poem a Day) -góðan dag-

niðar í þvottavél á bak við hurð nógu nálægt til að radda niðinn í hnakkanum á mér. Herðar stífar, hugurinn ekki kominn á fætur þótt fæturnir séu það. Danskt barnaefni. Cheerios. Mjólkurblautar litlar hendur og glaðvakandi ungi. Prakkari. Mjólkurpollar á borðinu. Góðan dag.

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Little guy.

Determination is a seventeen month old walking fortysomething steps, each knee-high. Never complaining or giving up or asking for help. I´d be crying for mercy after ten…

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Simple.

How simple life was when all you needed were jeans: sleeping bag for three. Multicoloured babies, happily tucked in blue cotton.

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