monday morning haiku
awash in perfect snowflakes
they rode together
enjoying the adventure
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life is precious [or hold on to innocence]
When I was a child, I used to explore in the forest. Sometimes, I would run across a car with smashed windows. I would pick up the little pieces and keep them in my pockets like treasure. They were treasure to me. Earlier this week, I took the picture above in a parking lot where…
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pleasure | projects | self-excavation | the daily delish | the delicious now | truth | unbridled expressionmeandering along
I’m experimenting with offering up unscripted daily audio missives from my heart. Here’s day two: meandering along.
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the magnificent space
Antistrophes by Rainer Maria Rilke Ah, Women, that you should be moving here, among us, grief-filled, no more protected than we, and nevertheless able to bless like the blessed. From what realm, when your beloved appears, do you take the future? More than will ever be. One who knows distances out to the outermost star…
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organic matter in a pixelated universe
me staring into my computer screen like Narcissus I took a break from Facebook for a week. It was liberating. I was much more focused. I unraveled myself from other people’s energy systems and let myself create, write, think, feel and breathe. It was very, very good. I also missed sharing things and some of…
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let this news travel fast then
news travels fast these days (too fast) we hear of a tragedy within minutes of the happening powerlessness sets in and outrage (and deep sadness) let this news travel fast then: i awakened moments ago in a dark room my babies are safe in their bed the night sky is clear and the birch tree…
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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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