an Aries haiku
she is big, bold, proud, naive
with a loving heart
she races ahead–join her!
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letting go
I finally told you that you can’t make me love you and I can’t make me love you. I finally told you your anger is your own and that I will no longer let it in. (for I am far too precious to be maligned) I finally told you to let go. I have. Here’s…
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domesticated ferality
hiding a stuffed animal for your cat to find in the night to present the kill the next day melting into the soft sweetness of midnight phone calls and intimacy in separate beds naked boy running through morning stillness disturbed by the smell of flowers the itch the need to taste blood to destroy something…
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regarding my being tactless at times…
“If you are out to describe the TRUTH, leave elegance to the tailor.” -Albert Einstein I am not a tailor and I have lost my tolerance for bullshit and niceties. I can be tactless and unbelievably direct and that’s okay. It’s better than lying.
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art | faith | grace | healing | mystery | photography | quotes | self-excavation | the delicious now | writing processin the silence
This morning, I led my second writing workshop at a local homeless shelter. Before I arrived, I chose the following prompt: In the silence I understand… We do 20 minutes of free writing and then share. I found it interesting that one of the women I was working with could hear but didn’t speak. I…
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haiku on the cusp of the solstice
today at the lake winter is nigh, the trees bare the sun a cold gift
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(and some flirting)
reading her my poetry about a man with a swagger ‘neath red flame chandeliers (and comparing notes) circular narratives about life and gypsies and making sense of men (and ourselves) a text to her lover in a moment of mischief fueled with red wine (and some flirting) “I think she’s trying to get me drunk,”…
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