Happy Valentine’s Day to the girl who last year thought she would never know joy again. Well, little Katie, looks like you got your polka dots back. Let’s hear it for loving yourself first, let’s hear it for the darkness we all have to abide to stretch towards the light, let’s hear it for the… Continue reading “Beware, for I am fearless and therefore powerful.”
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Home Sweet
I'm at the dining room table. The table cloth below this computer is mine; bought at Walmart in Portland, Maine in a haphazard desire to turn my 6 week actor housing into a home. The two candles flanking each side of this bright screen were bought in the Target in Cleveland, Ohio. A set of… Continue reading Home Sweet
Inside and out
I don’t think we should underestimate windows, do you? After all, they let the light in don’t they?They allow the breeze to dance through.They bring the goodness of outside in. And keep the bad weather out when needed.Sometimes in the right light, they give us rainbows on the floor. Through water or glass.Sometimes at a specific… Continue reading Inside and out
Tomorrow…
We go and pick out your bridal gown. We stand witness to a new form of white. As soft as spring, as strong as spider's web, perhaps with buttons? Maybe with lace or chiffon? Who knows what the details will be. Who knows if I will cry when I see you, in a veil trying… Continue reading Tomorrow…
Three days in
The place is a mess, but the paper work is signed. I balance my whole life on a tender and delicate idea. Boxes unpack and things are hung. Floors swept and wiped. I peek around corners and try to learn the lay out. I see myself in new windows and flick the blinds open and… Continue reading Three days in
a few questions lately:
What if forever looks like this? What if it gets better from here? But then again, what if it gets worse? What if I go wrong somewhere, and everything falls apart? What if I am brave and it works out? What if something wonderful happens? What if I cut myself some slack? And you, what… Continue reading a few questions lately:
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
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