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Scribblings: Week 14

Scribblings: Week 14
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The best gifts are perhaps the unexpected ones…and, this week, I received three. Isn’t it interesting how three gifts arrived? No doubt you have heard the expression, “good things come in threes.” And, of course, bad things tend to take a cue from the musketeers as well. But here is something you may not have […]

Scribblings Week 13

Scribblings Week 13

The ants are back. Which only goes to prove the profound truth of the French proverb, plus ca change, plus c’est la même chose. Yes, “the more things change, the more they stay the same.” In California, I was ceaselessly at war with ants. You know the kind—the six-legged, bulbous headed, plundering fiends that, like […]

The Rabbit in the Moon

The Rabbit in the Moon

“If you were to name the man in the moon,” I once asked my children, “what would you name him?” “David,” answered my daughter, who was cultivating a white-hot obsession for the actor David Duchovny. “Igor,” said her brother, who had recently discovered the joys of Stravinsky. I shook my head. “My vote’s for Cheshire.” […]

Primal Scene

Primal Scene

The church my family attended in our medium-sized, Midwestern town held an annual mother/daughter banquet. Every woman was expected to volunteer. My mother was a teacher and breadwinner before the feminist movement gave her permission; it wasn’t like her to make a casserole or decorate the church basement. She was a writer and had studied […]

Quixote and Me

Quixote and Me

By the time you read this the caballeros of Altadena will long be gone, done leaning back on their homeward mounts, done clip-clop climbing the too narrow sidewalks north of Lincoln near the stables toward Castillo, done telling code of crisp days coming. Clip clop, the sound for clocks, knock-knock jokes, a slow castanets, hoofs […]

Dragoon Mountain Dreams

Dragoon Mountain Dreams

I. I am running, breathing Fast and climbing, the Pebbles underfoot scattering in echo of genetic memories carried in the wishful capillaries That sting with child sweat And desert dust in the Texas Canyon not far from the Dragoon Mountains along the Interstate that flings us, Me, my father, sometimes A carload with three or […]

Asleep Awake

Asleep Awake

We sleep and wake inside our dreams take leavings from our ancestor’s table stories that feed our hunger   uncertain dreams \telegraph clues questions linger road ahead welcomes sky offers rainbow portal   write the journey.     Copyright © Gerda Govine Ituarte ~~~ Gerda Govine Ituarte’s publication, Oh, Where Is My Candle Hat?, is a […]

ADHD: An Honest List of Fears & Confessions

ADHD: An Honest List of Fears & Confessions

1. I fear that my legacy will be an unfinished poem. like the ones that fill my notebook; I don’t want to look back and see that I could’ve been so much more than I turned out to be.   2. My life is a series of almost’s. I fear that I will never know […]

Field of Poppies

Field of Poppies

I am the light that lives in me. The only voice I need tonight is here inside. Travis Dow, The Light That Lives   “Let’s go for a ride and show your mom the desert. April is the best time to see the poppies.” My husband Ralph was excited. I was tired. My head ached. […]

Sorrow Tree

Sorrow Tree

Like a tree spills sap, I spill sorrow. My leaves, mussed by erratic, unknowable winds, grow studded with crystalline droplets of rain until the weight of it is too much for even the branch to bear. Until, one by one, each leaf drops, each tear falls – watering the roots that ripple like a river […]

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