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morning haiku in a new home

ByKymberlee

fierce wind dances with wetness
warm coffee on tongue,
a jet pushes through the sky

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a 2011 e-hug for you

ByKymberlee

I know you come here to visit this blog. Thousands every month (or perhaps just one of you thousands of times!) I don’t know who you are, but here’s what I want you to know: You are loved and lovable. You are beautiful. I appreciate you. I wish you oodles of love, laughter and joy…

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steeped in love

ByKymberlee

“You only suffer when overlooking someone else’s pain and suffering. By remembering how afraid, lonely, and seemingly trapped one must feel in order to act as desperately or aggressively as they seem to act, you shall be spared of your own suffering by opening the heart of empathy. In doing so, every judgment, projection &…

sometimes empty
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sometimes empty

ByKymberlee

I hear songbirds and the last, dying breaths of the cicadas.

Bricolage artist Kymberlee della Luce painting with menstrual blood
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bricolage project day 20 [Artemisia]

ByKymberlee

Today’s randomly-chosen word is Artemisia as in the Warrior Queen and comes from The Daring Book for Girls by Andrea J. Buchanan and Miriam Peskowitz.  I really love that my finger landed on this name rather than a more mundane word because I love her story!  In fact, I might weave her story into the…

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cultural alanon [healing in spaciousness]

ByKymberlee

my country my culture is like an alcoholic parent on a bender taking taking taking drinking the last drop and destroying and we, like the little orphans we are like hungry birds chirping squawking pecking clawing for attention for resources for space to be heard to be seen to be loved no space no recess…

Chicago Autumn Haiku
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Chicago Autumn Haiku

ByKymberlee

single leaf falling