flowers

Remember?

Tell me, almost a year ago, I sat in this same spot and wrote about the beginning of quarantine now it’s 2021 and not 2011, not 2019 nor 2020 hardship it’s continued inside days and different definitions of reality. It’s owning 20 masks for your 7 days of the week, weeks are still 7 days,Continue reading “Remember?”

Here, Again

(love) held me on this bench at a different time — a year or two past, September from last spring. I pop up from the ground fall planting miracles around me . What an era. What a time to be wearing a mask with a knowledgable woman who knows the names of books, and shapes,Continue reading “Here, Again”

The Kitchen

The ottoman sits, four legged, brown bodied with flowers sewn in pink and gold, green leaves trailing off the edges. I’ve seen it every day, this quarantine. Next to it, the refrigerator stands silver, tall, certain — more spacious than we could have bet on for a three bedroom in Brooklyn — humanized withContinue reading “The Kitchen”

These flowers are growing again in my head and like a vine they neither swoop nor swing– they cling to each side of my brain, try to determine what type of learner I am but either way, thoughts can’t be pushed out of the way so I’ll plan out another day to pluck and prune.Continue reading “Flowers”

why I’m still into monogamy

Like a sunflower at dawn the light circles the window, slowly, from pane to pane: white fabric fading along the edges, the slight smudge of gray near the nightstand, a black and white journal shedding its ink. The carpet is still blue, like an autumn sky with a few scattered clouds, makeup stains sprawling. The dresser isContinue reading “why I’m still into monogamy”

Roses

Many roses bloom in spring; but there is only one you. February 5, 2016

Grief

I suppose all I can do is feel it when it comes, and devote my life to loving in a way he, too, deserved to love. for all those we have loved and lost February 3, 2016

Carry On

Tell me what type of wind would have made you stay, tempted your shallow roots to grow and adventures to remain silent in the mind, considering the heart instead– talk about vulnerability when all you see is mastery even a mindful soul can grow lonely what bit of sun-dipped skin did you need to see, prepared toContinue reading “Carry On”

grounded

these days are meant for grounding . let me open up my willow arms and sink my roots deep into the earth; at a time when the world can’t stop moving, the ground is still and I think of you . pairing off into two colored lines, one yellow, one red, from the blood we’veContinue reading “grounded”

Scenery

Flowers Run through My hair Like water Down a river Passing the last elm That’s 100 years old, Or maybe two I can see The flowers But they must not Always be blooming– My stem opens And closes in viens, Blood honey Getting stuck With the glucose Of my heart If only I were thatContinue reading “Scenery”