Q-tips feel good when I scratch inside my ear, try to find what’s living in there. Is it guilt for being “the golden child,” my sister running away to the Hewitt playground because of the dark shadow behind me? Maybe it’s associations, trauma, changing the narrative as a practice, taking gentle effort, taking time?Continue reading “Q-tips”
Category Archives: alone
Storyline
These television shows they don’t get old, just re-installing the storyline in my brain: date date date, match – compatibility, latch How about I just be about me for a change, the only thing I want to do anyway. Stop telling me to believe in astrology; Who knows what the stars are telling us, butContinue reading “Storyline”
As the Ice Melts
Tell me how to be sad, little human, awaking from a hundred year slumber. You know, a few things have changed since you last woke. People don’t tell stories like they used to. People don’t stand around and chit chat on the corner like they used to, lend some change for bread on SundaysContinue reading “As the Ice Melts”
Letting the Memory Settle
As we skipped rocks at Walden Pond in steady rain, you told me I just needed practice, that my outstretched hand needed to move in one single, continuous motion. You selected each stone with care, inspecting their flatness as if choosing flowers for a date, only to send them off into the gloom, certain ofContinue reading “Letting the Memory Settle”
Floating
Loneliness floating on an autumn leaf, winter turns to spring so please speak softly: we do not want to scare the buds. They may hear the truth, like a riddle read off the page and asked to solve for entry: a one-way ticket over the bridge from single to taken, a world where kisses doContinue reading “Floating”
The Revenant
Last night, at the movie, you sat next to me. The theater was full, I sat alone between you and three guys, conscious of my singleness. But then you rolled over, to share his faux leather recliner, and I smiled. Most of the time, my independence likes being alone. It getsContinue reading “The Revenant”
Solitude
Originally posted on Hortus Closus:
Painting. by John D Moulton A walk by the sea, Alone with my memories. And some old poems. Nobody takes my hand but Solitude my old best friend.
Watching the Clock
Love is a drug that just keeps on giving despite its worth, commercialized side effects how to handle a man one on one a manual I was never given– where is it? The time I found the nail and all I wanted was a hammar to put me back in my place I foundContinue reading “Watching the Clock”
My Sister and I
A few seconds left of number nine waiting for now… if it comes. Yes, it’s here I rush out of there to my place, where I can be alone- but no, there’s still that raincloud above me whenever I’m there, when the sun sets and the moon glows that dragon is under me. When sunlightContinue reading “My Sister and I”
Reaching Joy 