playdate haiku
red lint in my hair
googleplex hours of talking
a bruise on my lip
red lint in my hair
googleplex hours of talking
a bruise on my lip
I created a new word about something I have done a lot which I am henceforth eliminating from my vocabulary. Yes, that’s right, I am both creatrix and destructrix right now, in this moment. The word is “reminiscilocomotion (verb): the act of moving forward while looking back.” I am not the girl who got “bad-touched”…
I continue my exploration of energy, relationships and the online world today. I talked to a friend last night about her experiences with Facebook. I told her how often people tell me their secrets and how I have grown weary of it. She told me about how a new acquaintance on Facebook told her about…
He spoke of being beaten in an off-hand way. Quiet tears streamed down my face.
A spoken word piece that I wrote for a performance poetry class at Freehold. A smattering of what I find holy. Here’s the text if you like that sort of thing: Holy is the heart-shaped divet at the top of a mountain in New Mexico and the snowflakes that let me see its outline. That…
life brings little moments of everyday astonishment like smelling the sea air infused in morning moisture or feeling the tenderness of a heart miles away (just knowing) memories of tireswinging summers with loud thunderCLAPS mud pies and the love of mother of dust on my tongue watching my dad shoot a rattlesnake (integration) seeing, feeling,…
poppy seeds scatter to soil illusions shattered dead rose petals fall softly