She said, you are in the long night now, girl. The sun is far, far away but dawn will break eventually. Hold tight to yourself and outlast the dark. I told her I was hardly holding on to anything, much less myself. She said to keep holding on anyway, to whatever I could find. She… Continue reading Persephone rising
a love poem
On loving you, I know no other way yet This is boring, I think, loving a person who isn't here. It would be more fun to be together, to be planning. Instead it is just me. So I love me instead of loving you. To give myself something to do in the meantime. Loving me… Continue reading a love poem
Red, Blue and Purple
“You know those days when you get the means reds?’ ‘Same as the blues?’ ‘No,’ she said slowly. ‘No, the blues are because you’re getting fat or maybe it’s been raining too long. You’re sad that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. You’re afraid, and you sweat like hell, but you don’t know what you’re… Continue reading Red, Blue and Purple
From the back porch:
Summer sounds like this: The cicadas calling back and forth from one group of trees to the other. The fountain recycling water, round and round every afternoon. The wind shushing in the trees way up high and then moving south towards the ground, tickling the tiny bunny as they nibble buttercups. Crickets warming up their… Continue reading From the back porch:
Marking the seasons
I think the hardest thing about being an adult is the missing calendar of Summer, School, Christmas, School, Summer and on and on and on. (With some Birthdays and other holidays thrown in there as well. Not to mention family vacation.) I miss being young enough to live by this syncopated rhythm. Nothing seemed too… Continue reading Marking the seasons
On things pertaining to writers block…
Much of this will not be remembered and that is a blessing. The singularity of this summer has a feeling with no name yet. Only looking backwards will I see what it truly was called, I think. And then I will name it. I do not know if all of our blessings need to be… Continue reading On things pertaining to writers block…
Illumination
These moments of suspended unknowing are grounded as well as up-gazing. I think, who will know more than me in this moment? And then I sit and look at the trees While I look, I hear things the frogs and crickets, the birds singing lullabies and the brush of the wind. Oh yes, I remember… Continue reading Illumination
Welcome it
I cannot say what to do for sure, but when joy in any form comes, welcome it. The pink on the tree, the laughter of your brother, the afternoon bath, the Billie Holiday song that is most needed, clean hair, clean sheets, having someone (somewhere) who makes you giggle while trying to be as quiet… Continue reading Welcome it
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