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”
Category Archives: patience
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”
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”
To Be Me
What a struggle to be me, sitting here so patiently waiting for a new train to come, the last one long gone, gone, gone… We need nothing, and yet there is longing; we want everything, and yet here it is: everything, sitting on some stone in my backyard. All alone, it has sat. Continue reading “To Be Me”
Watching the Night
Have I ever gazed a sight like this? Third (fourth) floor? Window sill? Moon shining like a teardrop ready to fall from above? Well, no. It will stay in its place. All you must do is spread your wings and fly up there yourself, darling. You have nothing to fear. It is justContinue reading “Watching the Night”
A Thought
The biggest lesson I have stumbled upon: one cannot assume anything in this life. One must listen to the world, to one’s body, to other’s on every level before creating any kind of belief system. This applies to legitimately any situation you will ever be in, when considering anything from the universe, the world, aContinue reading “A Thought”
Time
If something has touched your soul then let it– movement is melody when it’s all at the drop of a hat my time is precious, I will not waste it on your wrath give me pennies instead to end this little game and move on to a brave solider on the library steps and threeContinue reading “Time”
Words
Write patiently, darling. Syllables don’t just bounce from cloud to cloud as if Noah’s Arc was reinventing itself––– a rainbow proclaiming its glory. Time––– is slow, when you discover it piece by folded shirt by flowing grass blade to the piece of hair falling on your cheek pushed back by a stranger,Continue reading “Words”
Half Way
So here you are on this broken ground, and you don’t know which way to turn– questions upon flower beds upon your neighbor’s half opened picket gate that is, perhaps, meant to be half-way– perhaps this is the way. Sink into the ground, feet firm, and know your presence, pen and patience as your guide,Continue reading “Half Way”
Reaching Joy 