HALF PAST PRETTY
Susan Creamer Joy
- Location
- Kansas City, Missouri,
- Birthday
- September 30
- Title
- Retired Domestic Space Cadet/Current Arbiter Of Midlife Dysfunction
- Company
- Not often
- Bio
- Artist, Poet, Writer, Wife, Mother, Daughter, Sister, Friend, Lover, Seeker, Follower, Listener, Communicator, Found, Forgotten, Sainted, Sinner, Struggling, Sentient, Surviving...So far, so-so.......
Unless otherwise noted, all of the artwork accompanying these posts was created by and is the property of the artist.
MY RECENT POSTS
- MISSING PERSONS
May 25, 2011 11:35PM - POINTE of DEPARTURE
March 09, 2011 05:40PM - Little Lori Blue - Unresolved
March 04, 2011 09:43AM - Happy Birthday, Cranky!
February 27, 2011 04:41PM - A Matter Of Love And Death
February 20, 2011 05:24PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Very perfect, Kim.
xo”
9:22PM - “You've given me a new
favorite piece of your
writing,
Joan....and a new
fissure i…”
January 18, 2012 09:45PM - “Your gift to us has been
enormous and I carry you and
your
beloved children in
my…”
January 13, 2012 02:52PM - “One of the best things
about Christmas is that it is
really
about Love and that
i…”
December 22, 2011 12:14AM - “xoxoxoxo”
December 07, 2011 10:53PM
Susan Creamer Joy's Links
- New list
- Half Past Pretty website
On the morning of February 14th I went missing. My first thought was that this would be a temporary disappearance; the kind of sensorial vanishing that often accompanies the fallout from a striking epiphany or a grave shock. So I continued in my daily routines with
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My younger sister always ran in first, her delicate fingers tightly scrolled around the flimsy handle of the patent leather case that held her change of clothes: A flounce of pink tulle, black leotard, tights and the soft, leather sippers that made no sound against… Read full post »
Little Lori Blue - Unresolved
Little Lori Blue
Never felt at home
Thought she had to roam
Make her dreams come true
It would be well over a year before we learned anything at all about what happened to her; before forensics and coincidence joined forces to… Read full post »
Happy Birthday, Cranky!
There once was an ogre named Cranky
A master of word-hanky panky
Whatever he wrote
was tough to connote
though he meant every word of it, frankly.
A Matter Of Love And Death
By the time they reached my bedroom door, I was already sitting up - my stomach ratcheted by the tense grip of an unnamed anxiety; my pillow, unburdened of my drowsy head.
To this day I cannot explain how I heard them coming up those stairs in their bare… Read full post »
TO: You FROM: Me
~ HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY~
To all the Open Hearts on Open Salon
Thank you for reading
For sharing
For writing
And for caring.
I love you.
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In a few days I hope to receive the first of the journals that my son is writing while incarcerated. We have conceived of and taken on a project that we hope will reach and benefit a much larger audience than just the two of us as we each write… Read full post »
How Do You Spell Flaws? M-E (Ann's Open Call)
Annie, are you sure this information will not be held against us in the future? How about now?
My stomach is beginning to tighten.
Where to begin?
1. I am chronically late. It is now 9 p.m.. You put out the Open Call plea over twelve hours ago/… Read full post »
It is Not "THEM." It is "US."
It begins here:
"You get your temper from your father's side of the family, not mine."
"Whatever problems you have, you can blame them on your mother."
It progresses:
"If your generation were not so irresponsible and selfish, there would be stability in our future."
We… Read full post »
NEW YEAR'S EVESDROPPING
Of course, you don't think it will happen to you. No one ever does.
But then you hear it. Just when you think that you've dodged the fixed gaze of last year's insouciance and have thoroughly scanned the horizon for easier vows, you overhear that niggling interna… Read full post »
JOY TO OPEN SALON!
Open Salon is a rare place. It blooms
even in winter.
Thank you, everyone, for bringing so much
joy into my life.
Bless you all, and have a lovely Christmas
and a remarkable New Year full of
PEACE.
And LAUGHTER.......
Lots and lots of… Read full post »
I promised myself I would not let this happen. I told myself last year that when the 2010 Christmas cards came filtering in that I would NOT be negatively overcome by the seemingly mandatory inclusion of the increasingly popular MASS HOLIDAY LETTER.
But after rec… Read full post »
And so it is Christmas, again.
Depending upon where you live the winds may have grown decidedly colder with front porches and backyard patios forced to shed their hospitable design.
From the facing window at my drawing table, I look out and see the wrought ir… Read full post »
I was profoundly grateful the day John Lennon died.
As I stood in the center of my own hell absorbing the news from the scrambled and faint signal of our borrowed television, my immediate shock and despair were quickly displaced by a clean wave of relief.
CHANNELING HELEN
There is a small, half-moon scar on the underside of my chin. It came from my mistaken belief at nine years old that whatever object was hung on the handlebars of my bicycle would remain separate and apart from the spokes of the front wheel.
In this… Read full post »
I AM A WRITER. RIGHT?
I was born to be a writer. I've known it since the seventh grade when Mrs. Spangler, my bespectacled English teacher announced to my parents that I had a "gift with language" and was writing well-above grade level. She predicted I would go on to do "great things" in… Read full post »
For the past couple of weeks I have been quietly ingesting a nightmare. But because it is not one conjured from the depths of my own subconscious, it has taken me longer to reckon let alone attempt to reconcile; and because it will not go away, I continue to… Read full post »
Until I was ten years old, I believed a simple truth: We only live once.
It was a reasonable assumption that perfectly supported and promoted the idea that living a good and honorable life was the only worthy goal. This was accomplished by placing the prize in the everlasting… Read full post »
The Christian Church Hospital 1921
It was a dark and stormy night.
Alright. It was dark.
The humidity was at 45% with a dew point of 56.8 F; barometric pressure at 30.9 and falling with variable wind speeds gusting up to 20
CELEBRATING THE BIRTHDAY OF OUR JOAN H.!
For every sigh she makes a mark
And captures light to let it lie
Her pen will rake her thoughts apart
The words her eyes could never cry
She bids the secrets in her heart
to speak in honest, gracious tones
and writes from where
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I come from a long line of psychics. Most hail from my mother's side of the gene pool whose clairvoyant waters run to depths of inky blackness. Yet there also exists a significantly greater volume of normal, shallow ancestral tributaries; thus ruling out the possibility of
… Read full post »REBEL WITHOUT A STAR
On the day I was born every teenager in America, if not the world, was in profound mourning. While my young parents celebrated my arrival and the sweet procession of life cocooned within the sterile walls of a New York hospital; on the opposite coast, time
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I have a tendency to get lost. Alongside my earliest memory of motion is the corresponding memory of finding myself at a destination well outside my original game plan.
The first time this happened I was three years old and in a large field
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They came again this morning. It was early; just after eight a.m..
But I did not hear the metallic creak of the wrought iron gate that tops the steps outside our front door; that rusted yawn that signals to me the presence of friend
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