The room, blue leaning towards green.The light, edging out of gray towards white. The curtains, patterned with flowers and the shades open to the thin tree trunks outside.The blue blanket covering your legs. The green one covering your foot. Your robe, edged in white around your neck. The contrast of your dark beard.The glow of… Continue reading What I hear, what I see:
Tag: heart-spring
Post Mortem
I do not know what it is like to be dead. I can only imagine it to be like sleep–but longer. And perhaps better. Maybe even more peaceful. But it seems impossible to imagine that. Sleep and death. Brothers that share the same bedroom. I have seen movies where people die, I have read many books and… Continue reading Post Mortem
For Mary
When I heard you were gone It was my brother, a poet, who told me. I read it, in tiny ant letters on my phone and then instinctually looked out the window at the bare trees. I mark time by the branches in the backyard And the tiny snowdrops that spring up out of nowhere… Continue reading For Mary
Soaring
He said I should take a leap of faith. On him, on us, on what could happen. And I stood at the edge, my toes just grazing the air and wanted to step forward trusting that my wings would grow simply by wishing them to be. But I couldn’t leap. And the more I felt… Continue reading Soaring
O night divine
Dear last Monday in December, Well, friend, it is time to say goodbye again for another year. I want to thank you for all the kindness and joy you showed me over the past few weeks, being with you has gone swiftly and I don't regret a moment of it. It's true I worked 11… Continue reading O night divine
Spring in winter
I am writing this to you from a hotel balcony. Inside, John is showering and the room is warm with steam. The air humming with the sound of water and his blue tooth speaker turned all the way up. Too loud for me, I'm afraid. Where he craves noise and music, I pine for silence… Continue reading Spring in winter
To remember Mom, on her birthday (which is tomorrow)
My mama. Christmas queen, lover of all things whimsical, gardener, giggler, dancing fiend. She taught me how to buy Clearance at Target and how to listen to a friend in need, how to be kind but strong, how to execute a great party, how to balance a checkbook. Often times when I was little I… Continue reading To remember Mom, on her birthday (which is tomorrow)
simple
“Go home!” I said, again and again “But I don’t know where that is.” I replied. “Well then, just do your best. Try and re-trace your steps. After all, isn’t it just you and I?”
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