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”
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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”
A Song For You
To write a song for you… I’m not sure that would be enough to conquer all the land mines and droughts of ego, to call back love and light and mystery all in their due time. You are an angel from a sky I have not seen; you are a fighter sent to battle withContinue reading “A Song For You”
Gold
It’s been a while since I wanted to hold someone’s hand wanted to hold them in my arms and sketch their face, their smile melting into memory each time I paint it on feels like I’ve struck gold I want to keep on digging. June 2, 2016
The First Day
The day I sat and looked in the mirror I stared: I was looking at me. But it was not me that I saw. My pupils rounded, black trench coats preparing for summer rain my skin relaxed after the ebb and flow of the day I dared not move for there I swearContinue reading “The First Day”
I, You, and Me
“There’s no need to play with my heart.” … I never realized just how badly you hurt me … But the beauty is that it is not “me” that you hurt. … I am human, a continuous self not stagnant, sitting on a shelf … I have learned and I have moved away from theContinue reading “I, You, and Me”
A Memory
Your posture is slipping, my friend. Now is your back meant to resemble a Disney tale hunch or is your heart just leaning, inwards? I remember the first time you called me baby– you offered up your right palm and made me giggle for a while, the foam of waves washing away yetContinue reading “A Memory”
Reaching Joy 