I'm a big girl, ungainly, loud, and simple. The constellation "Ursa Major" should prove my alignment.
Last August I got married to a local Rom. A festive day, full of joy; smiles all around. Dad walked me down the aisle, and I even danced a jig with Mum at the reception. There is video!
My eyes are a bit wide apart; not wall-eyed, just spaced widely. In grade four, a school psychologist documented me on the "Fetal Alcohol Spectrum" for learning dysfunctions. Mum always said I'm beautiful. So, yes, I'm a bit slow, but always full of good self-esteem.
On Christmas Eve, I was asked to pose for a photo with the gift Mum got me. It seems my new husband has complained I'm not well focused on household duties, and Mum bought me a kitchen mop.
The photo shows my sheepish grin, narrowed shoulders and embarrassment. A shadow of a shadow of a shell.
gentle palm-press numbing the harshness on a tone drum
Humiliations are better swallowed with a bite of buttered bread. The way of the ancestors reminds; a woman's worth is in her virtue, and her man. Last summer, the grandest of weddings; a reception befitting a Greek goddess. This time I've taken an older man; settled. He welcomes my two boys under his heart. Nearly due for the "big push"; number three. The 23rd great-grand born to our blood. A proud legacy for the elders. Facebook: "I've got everything I've ever needed right in front of me." I sit home with four walls, each studded in black mold. Poverty, my soup. Car on its last piston. Shut off notices in hand. kneading bread secrets fold
was haiku poet who lived in Texas. Her work was nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. She is as comfortable writing about physics or pagan rituals, as social issues and quilting. Jan's haiku are anthologized in world-leading haiku journals and magazines. Benson is a member of The World Haiku Association, and Poetry Society of Texas. Profiles at The Haiku Foundation "Poet Registry" and "The Living Haiku Anthology." Twitter: @janbentx.