“Look at the beautiful, green buds!” she exclaimed.
“I worry for them. It’s only February,” he replied.
Now, it’s nearly April and the leaves are unfurling and stretching to the sun.
He’s not here to see that and yet it’s happening all the same.
Faith trumps worry.
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…
“I have abused my power, forgive me. You mean we actually are One?” I wasn’t in the mood to study French so I listened to this entire album while biking around the lake the other day. Biking lends itself to deep listening so I heard every difficult word of this song. So good. I’ve been…
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…
My daughter, Gigi, and I read poetry to one another in the morning at breakfast. She read this one to me last week. Today, as we lay snuggled at Seward Park in Seattle, basking in the sunlight and watching it glisten on the water, I was reminded of this poem and the miracle of life…
Window To Your Soul by Delirium on Grooveshark my current loves: unmade beds tangled questions midnight conversations well-loved teddy bears coffee breath Delirium (the band, not the state) vulnerability the pause after a thought is spoken deep listening (see above) rest sending postcards in the mail. with stamps. the scent of the yellow primrose on…