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Perfect Storm

What can I tell you about her? She is bold. When I met her I felt like lightning had struck the chair — I’ve written about suns before, but this woman is full human, full knowledge, full becoming. She strikes when I least expect it, becoming beauty around all of its edges, the tree branch,Continue reading “Perfect Storm”

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”

Patience

What do you do when you want someone, right now, but cannot have them, can only reach out towards them, realize they want to reach, too, but, in the moment, cannot, will not, move? Do you call out their fault, remind them that they can always reach, that plans change, life happens? Do youContinue reading “Patience”

Hugs

A huger of the mind, a huger of the soul– “find that out about your surroundings” who is who? I have a friend who does both– take care of yourself, I need to connect on that deeper level I am grateful to have found a match, to find when I am not looking, to singContinue reading “Hugs”

Three Parts

I. Our hearts wide open on the sofa, in the den, we glide past memories and landscapes of lost wishes and dreams untouched– but oh, my dear, did you touch them! How far you ran! How far we traveled when home was right next door? I can only tell you so many times how muchContinue reading “Three Parts”

Untitled

You are my grounding love. Lifting me up, love tingles; grounding, love soothes, gives permission to be rather than question. So much time is spent questioning: twenty pools of Walden Pond water and I always try to sift my way out– but this is sea, not sand. Knowing your face is partContinue reading “Untitled”

Oh no

Why why why this mess what a mess that we never cleaned up America you’ve torn off your robe you’ve smeared your blood all over the world floor called nature your own people’s skin a tapestry for meaning for meaning why when we ought to ask how how do we get back home? AprilContinue reading “Oh no”

you are a ship

these feelings of being stuck seem to be unbearable– it’s all connected cyclical dense not me what is me? well, it’s sitting under a tree, maybe sipping some tea, not minding the clouds just letting all flow naturally– see! that’s me. sitting in the shade, not letting the day fade you are here for oneContinue reading “you are a ship”

Change

To deny that life Is nothing more Than a sort of practice Than a way to smooth out Your hands Your breath Your paper back novels Is to deny that life Is nothing more Than change, Change That we can guide along the way, The way home. August 21, 2016

Let them fall out of me, like rain, these words on a page, they are my blood four drops in a row you know they’ll have me running, forgetting, wondering, “What was,” and, “What is…” Let the open door remind me, remind you that our hearts are not just our house; they are our home and theContinue reading “Home”