the rain comes
in torrents
ravaging the sky
pressing hard
into the earth
aching, turgid clouds
release as
I drift off
in the arms of
the Beloved
mind quiet
heart peaceful
body spent
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…
A Blessing May the pace you set for yourself help your knots get untangled, dear reader.
I haven’t been this sick or this exhausted in a long time. A week ago today, I was caring for my sick daughter and here I am, laying here quietly, letting my daughter be cared for by another and surrendering to this virus that seems to have knocked me down and will let me back…
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The word of the day is her randomly chosen from Rob Brezny‘s book Pronoia is the Antidote for Paranoia. Oh, how I wish I had the energy tonight to delve into her but alas, it has been a full day. I will say that I was at a poetry reading tonight at Columbia City Gallery….
Sometimes I want to go back to being little. Sometimes I regret too many things. Sometimes I want to lick everything. Sometimes I don’t know who I really am. Sometimes I don’t give a fuck. Sometimes it isn’t easy for me to be honest about my truest feelings. (Sometimes) Sometimes I am in awe of…
I read from her chapter on “Coming Home” and about cutting away what is superfluous to make space for new beginnings.