late summer haiku
poppy seeds scatter to soil
illusions shattered
dead rose petals fall softly
poppy seeds scatter to soil
illusions shattered
dead rose petals fall softly
The book sitting closest to me this morning was The Poetry of Pablo Neruda so today’s word comes from that. Â The word is jungle. Â Such a vivid image gets conjured in my imagination with that word. Â Shadows, panthers, scary things that might kill me. Â Places unknown. I don’t feel like writing today. Â Just playing with…
“I want to change the world because it scares me,” I said. “I know,” he said, with his voice filled with tenderness. Sometimes I want to forget him and then I remember that moment and my heart smiles.
my capacious heart (open) full moon setting at dawn my capricious heart (following) leaves swirling in cold wind my tenacious heart (wounded) embracing a chameleon sky
Imagine what it would feel like to live in a culture where there wasn’t so much self-loathing? What is that even like? I am incredibly weary of so much of this: “bah humbug” “we suck” “we’re destroying the planet” “life sucks” “fuck the man” “the world is going to shit” “the holidays have turned into…
Today is November 1st and, as it often is in Seattle at this time of year it’s wet. I’ve been riding my bike almost daily since August and enjoy my ritual. I ride in my skirt so I can feel the wind on my skin (and, let’s face it, I like to look cute). I’ve…
I recently had a tense conversation with someone. I was asking about a change in the dynamics of our friendship and told her I felt that she was acting a certain way in our relationship for a reason that I didn’t understand but could feel. She said, “Oh, so you know how I feel and…