Tomorrow is my grandpa’s 93rd birthday. It feels like he’s been on holiday — like our grief is some compounded sadness over an absence of three months, not forever. Three months. A leaf, falling with timid grace from a tree. A baby, giggling as they curl their fingers around your own. Tiny, new fingers —Continue reading “Echo”
Category Archives: love
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I’ve known love as often as I’ve known the pace of a robin as it hops across dewy grass; as often as I’ve heard laughter from the second subway car or balcony, the best friend, teasing; as often as I’ve tasted my mom’s breaded chicken cutlets after soccer practice. On American lawns, on each grainContinue reading “. . .”
Missing You
The truth is that you’re gone, with the wind, in the ground — it’s all the same, uniting with Earth, new energy again? The truth is that my dad will never get to see his dad the same way, again. A heaven, a hell, a change from life to death has been promised to usContinue reading “Missing You”
Eleven
It is a beautiful number, when you consider it carefully. The gentle “l” sound, followed by another “e” not in your face “Eeee” but an “eh” that reminds us it’s more modest that it looks. “Ven” to see, I see, they saw? I don’t remember conjugation well but I do remember the eleventh of September.Continue reading “Eleven”
Let Us
love, fight, for justice, for equity, let us never negotiate on human rights; let us be kind to ourselves in the process. A resources for self compassion I have found incredibly useful: https://self-compassion.org/ November 21, 2020
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”
Inventions
Think not of then, nor of what could be. Think of now. I dare you. Can you? Consider it as it floats by, untethered, tethering you. Thinking is an invention, no? of our foremothers, of species reconciling past and present into future possibility? No god nor head of state; No hidden truths, no sufferingContinue reading “Inventions”
Visibility
What is our greatest truth if not love? What is love if not an act of being seen whole, broken? “We never have these conversations,” my aunt says, over the phone, after watching the video montage I compiled for my brother’s 18th birthday: messages from family about gratefulness and memories and light. “You toldContinue reading “Visibility”
New York June
Oh, you have me patient, my love, waiting for this long to know if you are out there or not can’t you not just come around, show yourself at a party, on a plate — let me eat you up for our first meal, then ask you on a date. Oh, I am so readyContinue reading “New York June”
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”
Reaching Joy 