Archive for September, 2012

Jesus and Marriage

September 29, 2012

Jesus and Marriage

It is said that Jesus was married. It is said that he was not celibate. I, for one, hope that he was a married man. Jesus was flesh and blood man. I am sad for all the priests and their women who have to keep their relationships secret, who can’t get married. I am sad for priests who can’t acknowledge they have children with their women. It is the 21st century and it was during the 20th century that I fell in love with a priest. The Celibacy Rule was antiquated then and it is more so now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trash

September 20, 2012

Trash
Any time of the day or night. Someone goes by a trash can on the street. She sees something interesting, sometimes it’s food, sometimes it’s a newspaper, other times it’s a book. She puts her hand in and takes it out. Yes, I’ll take it. I can use this. I never used to do this before, but I need to spend as little as possible. Life is different now. I just don’t have it. Now I have this.

Cockroach Story

September 20, 2012

Cockroach Story

The kitchen table has a couple of visitors. Two medium sized bugs walk by the breakfast plate. Goody, goody! The sunny side up eggs look yummy. The cockroaches play with the egg yolks first, then the egg whites. A person opens the fridge door. Two more roaches. These are on one of the lower shelves. The person takes a piece of paper. The roaches are smart. They hide on one of the upper shelves. The bathroom is their next stop. There are a couple of bugs on the shower curtain, two more on the tiles. The pet food bowel gets attacked next. After that, it’s the pet’s water bowls. They go in the water. Apparently, the cockroaches were raised near an ocean or another body of water.

 

How I Keep Sane

September 19, 2012

How I Keep Sane

A beautiful brownstone here, a brick building there. Another building or house over in the next block made of stone, yet another made of limestone. A house painted blue, and the one next to it pink or dark green. Some houses have several steps leading up to the front door, some just a few. The second story of most, if not all, the homes is the star. The ceilings are quite high, with ornate and delicate details in the center. The light fixtures hanging from the ceilings are often round, sometimes rectangular. The addresses, the exact addresses. I don’t want to forget these houses. I write down as many as I can. As people walk by me, I stare at the buildings. I look up at the lights behind the windows. I  am sane.

Crystal Chandelier

September 19, 2012

Crystal Chandelier

It was hanging from the thick, dark brown mahogany ceiling. Its parts were all sizes—some small, others medium, two or three big.

The shapes of the pieces were round, rectangular and almost like an arrow. The lights were on. The chandelier was applauding itself because it was happy. The home it was in was ritzy. Oh, to have a chandelier like this one! To walk into my own home and have that beautiful object greet me every single night! The person looked at the chandelier from the sidewalk. I like this! It makes me alive. I forget.

I Knew

September 19, 2012

I Knew

I remembered. I didn’t forget. I could never forget. The date was very important. That was the last time I saw you. But today I didn’t want to remember. I played dumb with my feelings. I played dumb with my memories of you. But I’ll always know. I’ll always love you. You were my hero. You are my hero.

Emotional Abuse

September 19, 2012

Emotional Abuse

5 years old. A little girl, her big brown eyes looking at her mother. The mother is drying the dinner dishes. I just did that plate, Mom. The mother shakes her head. You did, but you did it wrong. You are useless. I always have to do everything because you don’t know how to do anything. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. The little girl stares at the floor.

 

 

 

 

Rubies

September 18, 2012

Rubies

Rubies. I remember the rubies, red and shiny. I see them now as if it long ago, when I was a child in Buenos Aires. He would buy me 18 carat gold jewelry with rubies. They were his favorite stone. They quickly became my favorite stone. Rubies represented the love my father felt for me. They showed he cared, that he wanted me to have nice things.

The color red meant Communism to him, a way of life that he didn’t agree with. But the rubies spoke of a better life, of a life with something else besides harshness. He had known enough harshness in the labor camps of the 30s and during World War 2.

 

Foreclosed Agai…

September 16, 2012

Foreclosed Again

I cannot sleep well. I wonder what happened and why. How did I get to be here, with another foreclosure? I have not recovered from the first one, nearly 7 years ago. Now I have to face this eviction, which is the same as a foreclosure. Again, I have no home. Again, I have to decide where to go, what to do. My mind is overwhelmed. I need space. I need justice. I need a new life.

 

 

 

 

Little DogMy li…

September 13, 2012

Little Dog

My little aristocratic dog, I went by some beautiful mansions this afternoon and I thought of you. I remembered how we enjoyed our walks and how you showed me the best homes, the most elegant mansions in the surrounding neighborhoods. Today I am far away from where we lived, but your spirit was right beside me. I saw you leading me to the best of the best places. Your taste, as always, is exquisite. I looked down to the sidewalk and you were there with your bushy tail going to and fro. I miss you