Poltergeist Advice

•June 14, 2013 • 2 Comments

Everything I need to know about parenting,

I learned from watching Poltergeist.

When you are thinking of buying or building a house, perhaps just do a tiny bit of research on the history of the area first.

Falling asleep in front of the TV never leads to anything good.

Be grateful that there is no longer an end to the broadcast day.

When your child tells you someone “is here,” ask them “who?”

A pet dying while your child is at home is a pain in the ass, and rarely predicts anything great to follow.

Never take parenting so seriously that you can’t laugh when your child curses, but still make an effort to correct them even while you are giggling.

Be proud of your teenage daughter for standing up for herself, even if she has to be offensive to do it, especially so.

Take some time at the end of the day to chat, flirt, and “relax” with your spouse.

If your house violently shakes in the middle of the night, perhaps confirm with others that it was, in fact, an earthquake.

If your child is watching a TV channel without a broadcast, be slightly concerned.

Trust your dog when he barks at “nothing.”

Pizza Hut is always a good idea.

Trees WILL NOT, in fact, protect your home or your family.

It may actually be possible for your child to move through your soul…but beware of what might follow.

Know each of your children and what they can and cannot handle.

Threatening to spank your child,without actually having to do it, just might work.

Be willing to follow your child anywhere, to bring them home safely.

Do not necessarily trust someone when they say they “won’t let go,” but be brave enough to go alone anyway.

Never trust a stuffed clown. (A good rule to follow in general.)

The house is NEVER completely clean.

Never let yourself completely relax in the bathtub, when your young children are at home.

The hallway is always longest when your child is in danger, but keep running and you will get there.

When all else fails ask for help, scream for it if you have to.

Pick your battles.  Perhaps driving away from certain danger is more important than yelling at your daughter for the hickey on her neck.

— by me, April Resnick

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This is a bit of a departure from my usual creative writing.  But something I was thinking about today: parenting, pets dying, and Poltergeist.  My mother took me to see the movie when it first came out.  I was 7 years old, and somehow it has stayed with me, for better and worse, all of my life.

Monday (part 2)

•June 10, 2013 • 1 Comment

Today while I sat
Alongside sat my cat
We pondered and purred
And we listened to birds
He licked my arm, the bell rang
That was that

— by me, April Resnick

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The Woman and the Cat 2, by Nikolay Radulov

Monday

•June 10, 2013 • 1 Comment

Today the details are conspiring,

I’m not in control, they remind me.

Not human enough,

Perhaps human too much,

Mired in mess, back to bed, I’m retiring.

— by me, April Resnick

 

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The Mess of Emotion no. 12, by Rim Lee

Dance

•June 7, 2013 • 3 Comments

Partner, playmate, provocateur
I forget the power you hold
Transform this sullen sleep-walker
Into giddy, grande, and bold

Whether all alone and careless
Letting go and moving free
Or intricate instruction meant
To mold each tiny turn of me

You bring me living lessons
Self acceptance, courage, trust
If only I would not deny you
Save sacred space in me, for us

— by me, April Resnick

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Paintings are dancing… by ribhu on deviantart.com

What Makes Me

•June 5, 2013 • 4 Comments

There is a daily grind
That whirs and mills the dust and air
So close to my fragile mind
It stirs and pulls at loosened hair

Somedays I sit and feel the breeze
Its gentle tug at all my cares
Let it caress me wantonly
But keep my distance well aware

There will be times I get too close
A finger snagged, arm yanked and snared
Caught and crushed between the stones
Left pulverized beyond repair

Best those days to just jump in
Deep breath, head first, without a care
Let it grind me down and then
Rebuild myself from powdered air

— April Resnick

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Flour Mill Interior & doves by Michael Dumas

Routine

•May 31, 2013 • 3 Comments

There are things about me nobody sees
Squatting over a tedious chore
Belly muscles relaxed and face askew
Not enough deodorant applied to mask
Hair a nest, not brushed enough to please

These are the moments I think of death
When no one will have witnessed my humanity
But these are the tiny morsels of time
That connect the minutes of me to the rest
Of the test of family and familiarity

I’ll take the majesty of these private moments
To have truly tasted the tidbits of my mortality

— by April Resnick

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Woman Squatting by Edgar Degas

Vacation Lens

•May 30, 2013 • 3 Comments

Vacation lens
Through which I see
Each carefully crafted stone
Laid by multitude of calloused hand
Or strewn by centuries of time
Once carried by shrugged sinew
Bowed and heavy backs
Built by thick layers
Of want and need and servitude
Changed briefly by virtue of my vision
Now quaint, romantic, inspired
I find myself wishing
This lens would find my home
Fogging and releasing
All those
Boundaries, borders, bloody minutes
Till only charm is left
Along with gratitude
To have been visited, distilled
The ghost of me imagined
Noble enough
For history’s sake
And ideally captured

— by April Resnick

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Photograph taken by me in Rome

Traveling Baggage

•May 14, 2013 • 8 Comments

Oh that I were like my suitcase
Correctly crafted, quiet, still
Emptied for the next occasion, simply waiting to be filled

Oh that I were built for travel
Sturdy edges made for holding up
Designed by some creator, to buckle just enough

Oh that I were easily mobile
Wheels instead of feet to move
Whatever odd directions, a traveling hand might choose

Oh but I am human
Stitched with stressed anticipation
Filled already to capacity, frayed with vacation expectation

Oh but like my suitcase
I just might allow for some small spaces
To carry home some lovely crap, from some new exotic places

–By Me (April Resnick)

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The Red Suitcase, by Joana Kruse

One Year

•May 13, 2013 • 1 Comment

Or one day,
How much can change?

It seems to me not only change,
But more myself these days.

Coming back to who I was,
When I once believed I could be great.

In my skin and my own space,
Even truly in my own mistakes.

I love this life, its beautiful pain,
Discovering it all again and again.

When this is gone I hope they say,
I wallowed and reveled in it all the way.

One year, or one day,
So much can change.

— by Me (April Resnick)

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Dance of Passion, by Michelle Wiarda

Thank you to everyone who has been reading since the beginning, one year ago, and thank you to everyone who has joined me along the way.  This has been a wonderful year of publicly writing and documenting and sharing my experiences.  This little experiment of mine has been a fruitful one and I hope it continues.  Much love to you all, April Resnick.

Here is a link to that very first poem one year ago today: https://sometimesihatemycat.com/2012/05/13/the-rabbit/

My Promise (repost for Mother’s Day)

•May 12, 2013 • 6 Comments

I cannot give you normal,

Sweet girl,

It is not written in our DNA.

 

I cannot give you perfection,

Firecracker,

It does not exist.

 

I cannot give you siblings,

One and only,

I am aware of my own resources.

 

I cannot give you God,

“My little witch,”

When I cannot find him myself.

 

I cannot give you ALL of me,

Dear daughter,

Without compromising us.

 

I cannot give you forever,

Butterfly,

We must learn to value now.

 

But I can give you my presence,

Baby girl,

I am here.

 

While I can will it,

Leia,

I will show up for you.

–by Me (April Resnick)

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