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imprints
imprints
cut grass
tattooed arms
lone star
carved in skin
new bruise
on my back
your love
brands my heart
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Like the song says, not sayin’ I don’t want to fall in love again (cuz I would) but one thing is for sure, I have learned how fabulous it is to be a free agent. Learning how to be whole within myself has been the biggest gift I’ve given myself in this life. There’s something…
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bruises of different sorts
I do. I do bruise easily. I often like bruises in strategic places on my body but on my heart, not so much. The words that both scare the fuck out of me and that I most want to hear (with the right person) are: “When can I see you again?” I feel so vulnerable…
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the heart's seeds of fire
What sower strode across the earth, Which hands sowed The heart’s seeds of fire? Like rainbow’s bands they went out from his fists To the frozen ground, young earth, hot sand And there shall they sleep Greedy, and drink up our life And break it into pieces For the sake of a sunflower you don’t…
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what i love…
Last winter, I was leading writing workshops in a women’s homeless shelter. I was going through some papers recently and found this free write I did with the women using the prompt, “What I love about myself”. I wrote this on 1/9/15 and decided to post it because it feels good to read it….
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I’ve been doing serious writing for weeks. My mind is wandering to stuff I like. Here goes: love fast cars open hearts dark chocolate strong men (and women) morning toes in wet grass kissing (lots) puppy breath my kids singing dancing flowers petting (both directions) friendship artmaking of all sorts smart people creative people truth…
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so much goodness
Thanksgiving Day early: falling snow delicious coffee meditation breakfast with my babies making a mini movie working out later: fabulous friends laughter and more laughter an abundance of food and wine meta practice for lovingkindness an oddly slotted quail new faces to love learning to crack walnuts with my hands Ripley’s Believe it or Not…
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