The Past Stays Here

Author: Mer

  • With a Smile

    




    You do it with grace
    He says
    Raise three kids
    A home, a family
    career

    what options are there?
    I hustle 
    nights and weekends
    til the arm falls off

    over worked
    exhaustion
    smile for the kids
    til I can’t anymore 

    passion for hair
    he sees
    Rembrandt Picasso Matisse
    all in a days work 

    appointment making 
    blow drying 
    taxing
    name a few

    responsibilities 
    until 
    add on the gf effect
    to please 
    attention with morning calls dinner 

    ill make your life easier
    he says
    bs I call

    living for the long way home
    kitchen dancing
    theater retreat
    god damn, lucky dog lucky dog lucky dog
    no, I AM
    




    NYE asparagus 
    

    
			
    
		
    
		
	
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    Harvest Moon
    
			
    

    The relationship unfolding with the oceanic tide
    




    Good morning beautiful…
    ladies, you know

    when they taketh away
    a pourposeful pain
    reaching a point
    unknown

    the morning call,
    for you
    the night owl quiet,
    boo

    ghost, silence, nothing is new

    there, 
    but really?
    i do come to you

    a chore, in the end
    drop off the groceries
    put up the cash
    a fancy dinner
    gifts,
    my ass

    family events
    arm candy,
    perhaps

    the love of the heart
    time is money
    and no longer the greeting…
    freeing. 

    but love,
    what is that

    




    




    

    
			
    
		
    
		
	
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    Gold Dust Women
    
			
    

    Almost 30 years ago, when I packed my newly leased Jetta with tent equipment and girl power, I failed to recognize the impact of the adventure.
    




    

    

    The idea to settle in San Diego blew to dust with the wind as the funnel of female power grew stronger. I discovered what I did not want; to live on sandy, hippie beaches, bland Texas highways, and don’t make me say it… Taco Bell, nacho supreme on a taco shell ( sing song, drunk passengers made for a good laugh with that jingle ).
    

    




    I did discover: a preference for divey LA bars over posh, see and be seen night clubs, swampy New Orleans humidity, and the scent of pine while driving Route 5 to Portland, Oregon.
    




    With the evergreens trailing my tail pipes, I managed, one year shy of 30 later, to find my way back to this favored spot of all.
    




    And somehow, manifestation aside, it happened upon me, now adulting and over 50, grateful for the situationship placing it in my lap.
    

    




    Mer