{"id":11904,"date":"2022-07-26T06:54:00","date_gmt":"2022-07-26T13:54:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/?p=11904"},"modified":"2022-07-24T16:20:47","modified_gmt":"2022-07-24T23:20:47","slug":"the-divorced-house","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/the-divorced-house\/","title":{"rendered":"The Divorced House"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\"><em><span class=\"has-inline-color has-vivid-red-color\">Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer\u2019s voice on the page.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>The Divorced House<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>By Simona Carini<\/strong><br><br>At the Greenwich Observatory once<br>I straddled the brass line in the courtyard<br>One foot East<br>One foot West<br>Heart at longitude 0\u00b0.<br>Felt familiar.<br><br>Walking around North Berkeley<br>I happened on a house bisected<br>Yellow on the right<br>Gray on the left.<br>Felt finely honed pain<br>wafting out the divorced house<br>East and West facing off at a meridian<br>running down the front and a short flight of stairs<br>Bright red on the right<br>Burgundy on the left.<br><br>Felt like the child going home<br>having to decide whether to enter<br>the door on the right<br>or on the left<br>To inhabit my father\u2019s world<br>or my mother\u2019s<br>Heart at longitude 0\u00b0.<br><br>Except home was one apartment<br>with one door<br>one kitchen and one bathroom.<br>One family<br>never divorced.<br><br>The mystery of the divided fa\u00e7ade<br>of my parents\u2019 marriage.<br>From the sidewalk across the street,<br>the halves conflict.<br>At close range<br>the shift across the line is not a chasm<br>but a shade easily traveled.<br><br>The line they drew between them<br>grew into a wall.<br>They lost sight of each other<br>talking to the wall<br>yelling across it.<br><br>I visit two cemeteries<br>bring flowers to two tombstones<br>balance on the line of compassion<br>Heart at longitude 0\u00b0.<br><br><a rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" href=\"http:\/\/www.star82review.com\/4.2\/carini-house.html\" data-type=\"URL\" data-id=\"http:\/\/www.star82review.com\/4.2\/carini-house.html\" target=\"_blank\">\u201cThe Divorced House\u201d<\/a> was originally published in <a href=\"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/star-82-review\/\" data-type=\"URL\" data-id=\"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/star-82-review\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">Star 82 Review<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/simonacarini.com\/\" data-type=\"URL\" data-id=\"https:\/\/simonacarini.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">Simona Carini<\/a><\/strong> was born in Perugia, Italy. She writes poetry and nonfiction and has been published in various venues, in print and online. Her first poetry collection&nbsp;Survival Time&nbsp;will be published in 2022 by Sheila-Na-Gig Editions. She lives in Northern California with her husband, loves to spend time outdoors, and works as an academic researcher.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer\u2019s voice on the page. The Divorced House By Simona Carini At the Greenwich Observatory onceI straddled the brass line in the courtyardOne foot EastOne foot WestHeart at longitude 0\u00b0.Felt familiar. Walking around North BerkeleyI happened on a house bisectedYellow on the rightGray on the left.Felt [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"sfsi_plus_gutenberg_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_show_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_type":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_alignemt":"","sfsi_plus_gutenburg_max_per_row":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1474],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11904","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-sparks"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p43Dj8-360","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11904","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11904"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11904\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11924,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11904\/revisions\/11924"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11904"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11904"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11904"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}