When Joyce flew away, she went up and out. No whimper, no whisper, no crying, no shout.So quick it did happened, she left no time for goodbyes,This was her way, why were we surprised?Our only remembrance was to hiccup and stare ,at the mountain of letters and the old brown reclining chair.When Joyce flew away,… Continue reading Waving
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On the (almost) First Day of February
Here’s what I know about love:It holds your hand, and you don’t need to ask it to.I know it comes back, even when you lost it-it stills knows you. It’s been sitting quiet for you, waiting til you are ready to receive it again.I don’t know what it looks like, but I do know how… Continue reading On the (almost) First Day of February
A thought at dinner with someone I thought I liked
I looked out the window and thought this: “Am I the barometer for these men to find out if they can love?” I get even the hardest of cases at my door, knocking with hat in hand, weaving me stories and I invite them in. I can love anyone if I find something special about them.… Continue reading A thought at dinner with someone I thought I liked
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
Copy and Paste
Today is Sunday, day of rest. For me: I slept in and lounged around my bed far longer than normal. I am always grateful for mornings like that. They feel difficult to find these days. These days being days full of work and working out and FaceTime calls to a boyfriend who is still states… Continue reading Copy and Paste
not a bad way to start
The sun rises. I look for little kindnesses. I search for signs on the wind. I wait and watch the clouds part. It’s chilly but bright. There is hope there. I hang on a little longer. I wait and watch some more. My fingertips slip on my sadness. I let go and fall a bit.… Continue reading not a bad way to start
Ironically
Heaven is a dark and quiet kitchen at midnight and a loaf of brand new raisin bread staring at you. It is a dark and quiet kitchen and the softness of bread and the nearness of the butter. If I open the fridge door and bathe myself in its warm light, I will certainly smother… Continue reading Ironically
Intention and Resolutions
1) Visit Cape Cod 2) Revamp my wardrobe 3) Read 100 books 4) Edit book 5) Run 5k in less than 30 minutes 6) Finish teaching Docs 7) Buy a car 8) Find a job I love 9) Make social media for blog 10) Move forward with John
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