Harnessing The Madness Don't worry Hush, little mama Dry your acrid, bittersweet, woeful tears Don't you cry, pretty mama Your darling, happy, freckle-face baby is struggling, fevered, and deliriously HOT Oh, okay, go on then Go ahead and cry, little mama Cry those real, big-old-salty tears Enough to fill an ocean Squash … Continue reading Harnessing The Madness – Jacqueline Cioffa
I wrote this for the brilliant Allie Burke and The OCH Literary Society. It was originally published there. I Used To Love The Night As far back as I can remember dusk and then finally twilight always held a mystical essence for me. My child’s mind was filled with make believe and possibility, but the central … Continue reading I Used To Love The Night
Today I am very pleased to have a spot on the lovely OCH Literary Society’s page. Thank you for having me.
As far back as I can remember, dusk and then finally twilight always held a mystical essence for me. My child’s mind was filled with make-believe and possibility, but the central element to most of my vivid imaginings occurred during the twilight hours which then cascaded into the darkest parts of night. I was never afraid, for this was the time that my imagination would burst with endless possibilities of fairies and sprites, brownies, and otherworldly creatures who would come alive when mothers and fathers tucked their littlest in for the night.
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Christin bravely shares a very personal account of her relationship with her father. Gorgeously written.