lincoln park haiku
breeze blows in languid summer
lying in sunlight
leaves fall from Madrona tree
breeze blows in languid summer
lying in sunlight
leaves fall from Madrona tree
sleeping beauty awakens
My friend sent me this song today saying it reminded her of me. It feels good to be seen thusly and it’s true. Only the truest love is welcome in my heart. It’s what I deserve. He told me I am toxic but everyone else has told me how adorable and adored I am. He…
playing in the sunshine and trickery with Loki a red herring–killed with my own knife– makes for a nice dinner amidst the curling, fragrant honeysuckle
in this time between seasons as the wheel turns and the days darken, the cold becomes turgid then flaccid and again– disorienting to this body that craves comfort. on a pilgrimage in the forest i am held and feel the soft earth ‘neath my feet. my warm breath is a bouquet of white flowers greeting…
This morning on the bus, I was running my hands through my daughter’s golden tresses and started giving her a scalp massage. As she relaxed, I said, “Mmmm…this is luxury. This is luxurious like– delicious dark chocolate, puppy breath, a spring rain, velvet on my skin, the sun kissing my shoulders at the beach, red…
That’s how we find meaning: through playing, exploring, creating, loving, constructing and deconstructing. And also through listening, softening, deepening, and remaining open to possibility.