Nanny Chronicles: of dispair

Oh fuck

What have I done

noise noise endless noise

And no escape.

Nanny Chronicles: of laughter

mouth full of deodorant

processed spring breeze

laughter peels through the 'yucky' faces

and my heart is undone

Nanny Chronicles: of death

but i, still working, saw only my chores before me.  your cries reached not my ear, muffled cries passed unnoticed.  down, down was your descent.  somehow still composed.  still retaining your own gentle essence.  somehow.  passed out of existence, out of all existence, until naught remained save a china frame, a matted shell, a perfectly molded speck of dust.

but i, still working, saw only my chores before me.  you passed unnoticed.  down, down, you passed to dust.

Nanny Chronicles: of light

blueberries and sunkissed palm trees

open moor with fresh-awakened blades

frostbitten teardrops on blue heather flowers

puppy breath, dissonant chords of amateur violin, chocolate milk

new recipes

playdates

still in my pajamas

read a classic classic classic

used matches in a cardboard box

off-kilter dented globe

choose our better history

cloved cigarettes

under the tree

three trees

three od hags

kindly old hags

shield us from the passersby

gentle stream whispers sad refrains

gleams in fading light

dream catcher

whispers

traversing the moor

traversing the moor

with unsteady steps

i set forth

to make something

glorious

of this dusty life.

i claim only this:

my pen

and my unbending curiosity