Thursday, January 10, 2019

Saying Goodnight, Not Goodbye

2018 was an impossible year. Most of it was too tangled up and private to share, at least in the real-time, raw-as-blood way I usually write. A great deal has shifted but much is, in practicality, exactly the same.

Aside from my family and household evolving, my inner life has quietly nudged just a tiny bit. My seesaw wildness is still a part of me but my impulses have more sensitive brakes I think.

I'm hesitant to log on and blast my ideas here until I've really examined them. I'm still mulling over the direction I want to steer this site, but the white space & silence were feeling oppressive.

Talk soon, yeah?

a poem:


Not goodbye,
but a stirring goodnight
like the lovely ache
of scissors’ dry rasp
through our daughter’s ponytail

Like my breasts
drying of milk

It’s the cool goodnight
of bringing in the dog

Sending the windows to bed

Windows with golden storylights
Reading and movies
in separate rooms

No lovers share
No baby
to care for

Even the dog
has been in the floor
this year of change

I whisper goodnight with
a mother’s kiss
to it all

Like her favorite book,
I put the moon to bed.

Goodnight golden windows
with respective stories,

and the dog in the floor
not best pleased

Goodnight to the twin ash trees
in the yard we still share

To the stars twinkling
above the street

With the lamp that glares
through her no-longer-nursery

fruitful breasts,
holding hands,
small scabbed knees

To a well worn marriage,
folded and dog-eared
and placed
in a keepsake box

with our photograph memories
of shared evenings
with the
ponytailed girl.

for shane, wonderful partner parent & fantastic roommate
january 2019

Friday, October 5, 2018

Spirit Board

Day 5 of Church Goin' Mule's "Slightly southern, a little bit gothic Inktober" prompts is spirit. I made a free, prinrtable spirit boad. I love the idea of DIY ones. A trademarked one always seemed pretty cheesy to me. 

Well, not always. We wore mine out in junior high and high school. 

Just click to enlarge and right click to save. Use a coin as a planchette and talk to your subconscious, or the spirits, as your beliefs dictate.

Follow my #inktober drawings on instagram. (I'm @mystrangebones everywhere.)


Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Good Summer

It’s a good summer for shelter
if you have one

Stay indoors under the damaged roof
with its sodden shingles
if you have one

Make a wry comment about unending rain
your undamaged fair skin
if you have one

Sleep well with the sound of showers
on pillowed mattress
if you have one

If you

Walk down Capitol Street
you juggle a latte and umbrella

you have one

The benches are gone
The rain washed
the city clean
You’re back
from vacation
to your job

You have one

It’s a good summer.

© Heidi Richardson Evans