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Metamorphosis
Integrating
the fragments
of my inner being
embracing wholeness
seeking
truth
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letter from my voice
I am taking a performance poetry class with Daemond Arindell at Freehold Theatre. I am learning about the many voices that want to come through me. I am learning about where things stick inside of me, what is brave enough to be heard and what still wants to hide under the eaves. I am learning…
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congratulations, you've passed the test
In the past 6 weeks 4 exes and one sorta-kinda ex have come popping back up into my life to either say hi, tell me they still love me or they “want” me. Okay, Universe. I have passed the damned test. I have stayed true to myself and my heart. I have not told them…
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saturated in amore [a moment of logos in the life of a wandering heart]
your three to my one the amber and the red twenty five cents and a vibrating tilt-a-whirl you spoke of carnivals and dark, dusty paths that lead to where we need to be (to peeking behind the boards where darts come towards our hearts) popcorn with truffle oil meaningless meetings and Hoffa screwing and killing…
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him
His thunderous laughter and gentle touch. The washing of her feet and tears so easily flowing. Brilliant mind dimpled grin buoyant step (and the warming of my hands). Noble heart and furrowed brow lover of words (and such a lover of me). Flowers and dark chocolate and the washing of dishes. Moments and moments of…
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violent devotion
The fierce rain pounding against my window fills me with ardour. Every drop is an act of devotion from sky to earth. Sometimes love is violent.
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linger here
Self-care has taught me to linger in the company of those who listen with the ear of their heart. There are those who listen with the ear of their broken heart. They hear pain and look for weakness, they look for holes to enter and often carry a cutting knife. They know nothing but suffering…
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