Slice of Life Post for March 28, 2025 (7:24-7:55) by Barb Edler

It’s 7:30 and I’ve been working on revisions. Sometimes my mind veers into an abyss of despair. Friends disappoint, family worries, my face in the mirror, my inability to reverse the past or reinvent the future leads me to feeling overwhelmed and confused. Why? Why? Why? It’s your fault, if only, but what if, not going to happen…..

Head Trip

I’m having a conversation with myself,
it’s not going well— 

let’s take a drive
fly off River Road

be Thelma and Louise
feel the thrill  

of mid-air flight
until gravity reconnects— 

plummet, like a roller coaster ride’s
glorious roar, feel the heat

come-on
grab the car keys

My multilingual haiku:

Uvas de la abuela
     congeladas en la vid
               aplastadas

English translation:

grandma's grapes
     frozen on the vine
              crushed