Dark Side of the Moon

Is this just the dark phase of the moon, the part of the cycle when all light wanes and is gone, a new moon basking in the glory of the sun without tolerating our dusky shadow?  Or is it the darkness before the waxing, the building up again of the light? And how dark will Read More …

Expansion

Chords change in exquisite dissonance, then resolve. Rhythms seize breath like a gut punch. Tone, pure resonance, besets the senses Like sex after aimless denial. One forgets… To weep in presence, To die in joy, To scatter in untapped emotion, To question mystery And the ecstasy and agony of the edge.   Copyright © 2016, Ilana Read More …

The Locket

Out of the mouths of babes or so the saying goes… And there is this child who stands by my knee, me a crumpled ruin on the floor, a child who catches my tears for safe-keeping, who says, “people have their truth but it is not your truth and you have your truth but it is Read More …

Day 1

Okay. Check out it. Everybody’s doing it. What’s the problem? I’ll make you feel good. I’ll make you feel safe. I’ll make anything possible. Come on. Just one hit. You know you want it. You can start again tomorrow. Just enough to get you through this rough patch. This’ll be the last time. What’s the difference? Read More …

Breath

Breathe in. Breathe out. Don’t worry about the punctuation or the words just let them flow out of the mess of the morning if it truly was a mess it is just the ramblings of a tired woman who ran on the treadmill and feels loose and fit or fitter and there is the beating Read More …

Bun In The Oven

Heat. Pavement. Stroll. Humid. Sauna. Love, love, love! Pores, muscles: fluid. Yes! Neighbor. Lady. Car. Smile. Courtesies. Question: “Bun? Oven?” Record-scraaaatch!! Grin. Fake. Inside: Laughter…scream (NOOOOOO!!). Smile. Courtesy. Neighbor. Embarrassment. Joke: “Me? Walks. Yes, me.  Ha Ha! Bye Bye!” Grin…no, frown. Step. Step. Step. Step. Home. Diet. Exercise. Sigh.   Copyright © 2015, Ilana Hulsey Rea. All rights reserved.

Mindless Trip

Summer colds.  Enterovirus, NOT rhinovirus.  A cocktail of misery.  Why do my thighs hurt?  Went outside to garden, into thick air like water.  Pests:  spider mites killing the sunflower, harlequin beetles on the collards, aphids on the pear’s most tender shoots.  Fu%@#*& opportunists!  Will deal with you when my thighs don’t hurt!  I can do laundry.  Read More …

Words

  Words Genes, defining strands of DNA, Flick on, flick off – Like a light switch – Building, forming, shaping Mind, body, spirit In the sinewy spiral of creation: I am unforgiven; he is a good. I am boring; she is interesting. I am unworthy; they are gifted. i am useless…i am nobody… i am…i Am…I Read More …

Peanut Butter Cookie Haiku

  “Good teamwork, Mommy!” Thumbs up, splashing…Daddy’s home! They nosh in secret. Copyright © 2015, Ilana Hulsey Rea. All rights reserved  

Ocupada

I look down from tossing quinoa and marinating turkey And she has transformed my kitchen into a garden Of trees that tower tall and straight in a manicured row. “These are my babies,” she announces, triumphant… Then…”What do they say?” she asks. “You tell me,” I whisper in awe, knowing She watches every flicker and Read More …