once | now
once, you were
a sometimes painful but often happy memory
a short run with a rich narrative
now, you are
a cruel joke in your contention
you make a fantastic punchline
His anger is not your fault. His abuse is not your fault. His violence is not your fault. His lies are not your fault. His depression is not your fault. His avoidance is not your fault. His guilt is not your fault. It’s all his: His life, his work, his choices. (You have your own.)…
Let my life not be measured by gold or productivity or towers built for someone to later knock down Instead, let it be measured by the number of kisses on my neck, my forehead, my lips (and elsewhere). Let my life be measured by the number of times I have heard or spoken the words…
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…
i sat watching you in the cafe while you worked (and i smiled) earnestly you leaned forward into the circle into the conversation into the work (you are so beautiful when you lean in) i brought you water and felt you lean into this small gesture i felt your gratitude and delight (my love there…
From the Beach Today’s bricolage comes from the beach at Carkeek Park which has been my go-to place for contemplation for 16 years. There is little that I can’t process emotionally or mentally when I’m near the water at that particular beach. My only rule for this piece was that the objects had to come…