player haiku

ByKymberlee

first, you touched my heart
i let you touch my body
you stopped touching both

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on this side of the mirror

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in my bedroom on this side of the mirror, i see a world of collected treasures. many given to me by my most precious treasures– the souls i share this life with. things made by hands i have held (and loved). flowers, now dried given to me by little people with cherubic grace. (buttercups, dandelions…

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the (un)measured life

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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…

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flesh and blood

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flesh and blood am i not (only) a projection of your mind not a fantasy to keep you warm or feeling “sexy” tenderness and tears am i not a soft couch to visit when you’re lonely or need a surrogate mother sister wife flesh and blood and tears and sadness and smiles and joy am…

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the radiance of darkness

ByKymberlee

That just pulls me down into my rootedness. In the dark beauty of life. Have you been experiencing the stars this autumn? I have taken to sitting in my home alone in the dark and just watching the changing night sky. Wishing I could capture its beauty to share but knowing I can’t. That’s what I’ve come to realize about the radiance of darkness–it’s personal. Life grief. Like the moments when we first wake up in the morning and realize we’re still alive. Sublime.

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a haiku for the equinox

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light bursting through morning clouds an old crow flies past children’s sighs break through stillness

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someday (a fragment of memory)

ByKymberlee

I see you in your dress with your kind eyes. I know your parents must not have much money. I know about shoes with holes. You smell nice. Like flowers or the rain. I like that you will sit with me. You sit with me. Even though I smell like pee. Even though everyone things…