Author: Angelyn

I was walking all alone And not quite sure of where to go. I asked some passing neighbors But the neighbors didn’t know. Probably they thought  that I looked confident enough. They quickly left me there  to let me figure out my stuff. I asked another someone  Who was so absorbed in thought That simply… Read more

(This is a poem is about the difficulty of adult female friendships. All the objects in it are real people. It probably won’t mean anything to you, but it was very cathartic to write.) Along came a candle Or it might have been a sparkler, And looked for a time in a mirror.   With a… Read more

The thing alighted on the landing.  A being.  A creature. Too massive to inspire anything but confidence, Yet too light to leave a shadow. Who was it?  What was it?  It’s translucence refracted the light of the crisp morning sky Into the eyes of the gathering crowd.  A shimmer. A jangle. A golden glistening outlining… Read more

I was aroused from my stupor By a forcible, shapeless figure. ”Write,” it commanded me. ”What?” I asked. ”Write,” it repeated, louder this time. ”I… I can’t,” I stammered. “I know I should. I mean, I should like to. Only, I can’t think of anything to say.” ”You MUST write,” the figure urged me. “Pick… Read more

I had an experience once that really surprised me. It may sound stupid but… I went to fly a kite.  Just like the adults in Mary Poppins. I remembered that I had a kite in my closet, given to us the previous Christmas that had been cast aside to gather dust. It was windy outside,… Read more

Once, in a therapy session, I asked what my therapist thought were my greatest failings. She declined to answer, as you can imagine. But I know what they are. My muddy boundaries are a real problem. And also, I don’t always stand up for my convictions. I think I would be happier if I were… Read more