Tales from a Soccer Sideline #1

"I DIDN’T GET THE AWARD FOR SPORTSMANSHIP!” he spits at his mother, devil-red in the face, smoke pistonning from his nostrils. The 9 year old striker’s fists begin to crack closed forcefully, his tiny brain struggling to makes sense of it all, teeth grinding in fury. “Yes, I was watching the award ceremony,” responds his … Continue reading Tales from a Soccer Sideline #1

The smell of safety

It’s enough to singe the nose hair. Or at least relieve my nasal spray of it’s duties. Is it alcohol?  My wine definitely doesn’t smell like that. Thank goodness, the old glass of patience. Astringent might be how one would describe it.  The AK47 of germ terminator’s, might be another good description. I’m talking about … Continue reading The smell of safety

My heart, newly born

You put your head on my chest: First your ear, then your squashy little cheek, then your perfect, faintly-haired crown nuzzles down with a sigh, above my heart.  Your head and my chest become one, together, there is no difference between us anymore. Just like when you were growing inside of me, only better.  Better, because … Continue reading My heart, newly born