I Hardly Ever Did by Robin Crane

I watched TV

Through birth, death and taxes

When I was the addendum

Or when it was my own mother

Or my own uterus

An organ saddled with far-reaching expectations

And sickness

I watched TV.

People came and people went and still

I watched TV.

In the hospital, a woman named Holly and I watched

Hours of this thing called Special Victims Unit

Every day

Even though a Vietnam Vet with delusions of grandeur

Begged us to change the station.

I watched TV every day of Summer Vacation for pretty much

My entire childhood but I vowed that the next day I

Would stop,

That I would take a walk or something,

But I hardly ever did.

Special Victims Unit

Hello there! I'm writing every day lately, but none of it is of a quality where I'd want others to read it! Still, I want to keep the momentum going, so here I am reposting something originally posted back in 2017. Why not? xox

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Grand Rapids, Michigan by Robin Crane

I am at a mental hospital in Grand Rapids, Michigan. I had never been to this city before. My room is right next to the bay of telephones. I feel sad hearing so many patients start conversations with their friends or family and then so soon say, "Oh, you have to go? Well...goodbye."

Birthday Card Book

IN keeping with the more than usual focus on my mom, who passed away almost a year ago now, here is a book she made me for my 14th birthday.

Mermaid Sisters by Robin Crane

Mikayla knew that Diana tried to listen for actual words among the riotous din that drifted over from the elementary school whenever the kids were on the playground. More than once, she’d say something like, “I know they’re having conversations, but with all of them talking at once, it just sounds like they're all yelling at the top of their lungs at the same time.” Diana liked being able to faintly hear the morning announcements, but she didn’t like young children, and their playful noises sounded like seagulls aggressively squawking for the same pizza crust. Their family home growing up had been close to the beach, and they were currently sharing an apartment in a valley that was always hot and smoggy, with a sprawling building of U-Haul storage spaces, and the school of course, replacing the ocean as their view; hearing seabird noises out here felt like a taunt. No matter how many knots even a casual glance from Mom or ...

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