She drew pictures in the air,
her eyes conveying the depth,
her body language, the tone.
There wasn’t one voice in the world who could drown out hers.
Her shyness had matured to introvertedness,
& she saw her ability to listen rather than speak
become more appreciated by those who loved to hear themselves.
As a primary speaker of ASL,
she was deaf to his intelligence;
as a primary reader of Braille,
he was blind to her beauty.
She was deaf to his intelligence,
not to his music;
he was blind to her beauty,
not to her art.
It was the text that ended it all,
for had it been face-to-face,
what would have been typed
might have never been said at all.
She told him how she felt
in a 1000 poetic ways–
through the third-person
who was the funhouse mirror
Though I was disappointed that summer classes weren’t available in my degree program, it’s still been a pretty great summer. I still accomplished a lot, and used some of my time somewhat wisely. The list below pretty much sums up the season for me (so far):
- Binge watched the entire series of “Medium” on Netflix (I’d missed the last season, so I started with it, and worked my way back). It’s where I got the idea of including a little note in my child’s lunch (as soon as she’s old enough to read them).
- Participated in the Writer’s Digest “Poem-a-Day” challenge for the month of April.
- Made my first live television appearance on “The Daily Brew” with my friend, Mandy, who also participated in the challenge.
- Writing my third Harlequin novel (the first two haven’t been picked up yet) for the “So You Think You Can Write” contest.
- Mastered mouse-moving dexterity with my left hand (no more carpal tunnel in my dominant hand).
- Became a volunteer article writer for the Gulf Coast Kid’s House.
- Enrolled in a creative writing course at the local college. I could only get into one class this semester (everything was either full, required a pre-req, or it wasn’t offered during the fall term). I used this delay as an opportunity to take a class that excites me.
- Finally accepted that I will never like bananas (unless they’re in a dessert). Same goes for sweet potatoes and avocados.
- Submitted my collection of children’s nursery rhymes, “Golden Stars and Silver Linings” to Wordsong Press.
- Learned how to have fun for fun’s sake. Not everything has to be a learning opportunity for my two-year-old daughter. Making memories and having fun is a big part of childhood. I learned from an occupational therapist that a child’s job is to do just that: Have fun.
- Became a quarter-finalist in the Mary Ballard Poetry Chapbook Prize contest for my collection of medical poetry, “Complexities”. (Final results are still pending.) Whether or not I win, I will still have completed a large body of work in a relatively short amount of time. I am determined that every piece of writing I’ve deemed good will eventually find a home. Every rejection is an opportunity to make a piece better.