player haiku
first, you touched my heart
i let you touch my body
you stopped touching both
first, you touched my heart
i let you touch my body
you stopped touching both
Outside there is a thin wind flirting with the trees it has teased the curtains into dancing; I keep time in my head. Memorizing the seasons, I touch things as if my fingers will learn them again; weary of explanations, at mid-life I am more comfortable with the truth. Outside, the mountain ash hangs heavy…
My things arrived today in a box from an address and handwriting I didn’t recognize. (funny that) A shirt I didn’t know he had, another shirt that holds fond memories, and the book, “Being Peace”. (and indeed I am) Remembering the good and letting the rest dissolve. Letting go. Wishing goodness. Being peace.
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…
The randomly-chosen word of the day is open and comes from Slut Lullabies by Gina Frangello. I was working as an intern for Emergency Press at the time the book was published so I have a copy of it which still sits unread on my shelf. That will be remedied in the coming months of rain ahead. The…
life has rubbed away every last bit of callous around my heart i am here, defenseless and empty surrendering full up with tears of sorrow and joy forgiving and forgiven opening my heart to the unknown sky
Today, I gave birth to my Father I held him close in my arms and kissed his forehead whispering, “I love you so much” and rocking him (so gently) Today, I protected my Father kept him safe, held and fed when He stumbled, I caught him (gentle hearts) Today, I disciplined my Father gave Him…