Acceptance

Acceptance

By Amara Cudney

I opened the box and peered inside

Soft, sheer tufts of silk, each one wrapped

Individually

Lace trim, flowers ,red, black

White for holidays and special events

And polka dots.

I slipped the red ones on, luxuriated

In my brand new panties

Marked with an L, large and roomy.

Holding my ass

Like lover’s hands

I would think of all day.

He Did It

He Did It

by

Amara Cudney




He said he would.
She asked him not to.
He left the room.
She packed her bags.
He waited for her.

She never met the train.

The Poem

The Poem



For eight years I've asked him to write me a poem.

"I don't know how.

"Why can't you learn? We teach children how to write poems."

I just can't, it's not something I think I can do."

"Couldn't you just go on line and follow the directions?"

"I don't know, is it really that important to you?"

"Well, it must be because I've been asking you for it for over eight years, so yeah, I'd say it was important."

This morning, there was a poem on my computer. 

He'd written it when I was in the bath.

It was the most beautiful haiku that I've ever read. I hope he writes more, because he's pretty good.

The Evolution

The Evolution

The other day, I sat quietly and was in awe as I looked around my home. My husband's art is everywhere, as is my best friends. There is visual beauty where ever my eye lands.

Diana and Sam have always been wonderful artists. I don't know if its because I love each of them so much more or because they have just become such wonderful artists, but their work gets better and better and especially more meaningful to me.

Diana just sent me these sculptures. They came all the way from Florida without even a crack. Now they sit on my front lani and I see them everyday from many different directions reminding me that she is here with me in spirit.

 These are pieces she gave me at different times that were special in my life. Her beauty is shared so generously.

And, when I looked up, I realized that I had just finished chapter 26 of the book I'm writing. MERILI'S WINE is a story about a woman who has had to survive situations that are similar to the ones that I've had to survive as have many other women that I know. The story is just pouring out of me.

So, as I add layer upon layer to my story and Sam adds layer upon layer to his art and my friend, Diana gets through school, a warmth and comfort is spreading throughout my home, here in Hawaii.

 This is a coffee doll that the children on the coffee farms in Hawaii used to play with. The body and arms are made from coffee tree sticks. The dress is a hibiscus flower and the face is a coffee cherry. It is one of my favorite pieces that Sam has done.


So Aloha, my dear friends, enjoy this love, from my home to yours. Chanting OMMMMMMMMM. And sipping delicious Kona coffee on my lani.