by suelarkinsweems | Mar 6, 2015 | The Poetry
I fell asleep with small fears tugging at my covers But woke up sweating with dreams of fighting drunks and coyotes I caught my breath, remembering how coyotes send out a feeler to play and draw curious pups away from home to the edges of the red-rimmed rocks where...
by suelarkinsweems | Feb 11, 2015 | The Poetry
I used to hold Penelope in contempt Her weak-willed waiting All the raveling and unraveling Just to maintain uncertainty I called her a woman of inaction Twenty years later, I see her anew All her raveling as cunning She waged her own war in her time I realize perhaps...
by suelarkinsweems | Feb 6, 2015 | Mumblings and Misadventures
Last month I started taking piano lessons again for the first time in twenty years (which of course means I quit when I was ten *ahem*). Some things are still accessible—scales and the circle of fifths—the same circle of fifths my grandmother would draw every week in...
by suelarkinsweems | Feb 1, 2015 | Mumblings and Misadventures
The military life makes you acutely aware of lasts. Last Christmas in Okinawa, last cherry blossom season, last dinner with friends (for a while). I thought I would have a couple more months before the PCS tilt-a-whirl began spinning again, but I found myself a little...
by suelarkinsweems | Jan 27, 2015 | On Family
A reminder to myself today: You know that kid that runs you nuts? The one who keeps you up at night and down on your knees? That kid who has heard parent and teacher lectures #1-7,844 and actually created the need for lecture # 7,845? Believe in him. Speak truth in...
