It’s all about leaning forward. In the moments fear grabs your neck like a thief and you don’t know where you belong– the sky or the ground– realize that all we can do is lean into the moment. It’s all about being honest with yourself, about yourself. In the times joy cradles youContinue reading “All”
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Be
Being a human– what are we ingrained with? Are we patched up with our fears, long before we meet the spider? Are we made to go hunting for spaceships and the meaning of life? To be is the only answer, the only response, the only real question. So often we feedContinue reading “Be”
Something Worth Fighting For
Do you have something worth fighting for? Under the depths of a powerful river do you think, “I wish I could tell you, ‘I love you,’” then yes– you have someone worth fighting for. In the next snowpocalypse do you go drifting off to your bed at noon, arms full of magazines, gin on ice andContinue reading “Something Worth Fighting For”
on lunch break
how nice it is to sit by the river and unwind, blink by blink. you know your same-old view in the city: skyscraper tree tops that leave you wanting for a chickadee where can I find just one bird? (the pigeons are beautiful, mind you.) I yearn to hear a song; the waterContinue reading “on lunch break”
Teacher
In times of good and bad I let nature be my teacher. One leaf sways as gently as a summer song, not so I can sing along– but to remind me that I belong in these last pieces of greenery, they are not simple scenery they are our home a good climb upon a hill doesContinue reading “Teacher”
Anxiety
When you open up about it I’m not promising it will be easy. . When the air becomes thick like white cream cheese and you can’t simply scrape off the edges with a knife you wonder who else is feeling this way? . I thought my mother did; but she said, “What I’m feeling isContinue reading “Anxiety”
The Fight
I once thought of life as a screen. Shakespeare had his stage. Silverstein, some blue skin. Entirely hidden. A teardrop in a lake. We all have our moments. The daunting school hallway at ten. The basement party at twenty. The busy conference room at thirty. But I don’t want to hide. I don’t have anythingContinue reading “The Fight”
some thoughts on capitalism, some thoughts on life
It’s important to talk about these things. Our inevitable flaws, our deepest heartbreaks, our tightly wound, “What if’s.” It’s important to talk about them rather than just think them. As beautiful and helpful as introspection is, talking is a necessity. Often, it’s our most available form of release. Words enter the world rather than beingContinue reading “some thoughts on capitalism, some thoughts on life”
just a part of me
I grew up in a world where it was not okay to be quiet– in some ways, I still live there. … Soccer practices, soccer games, school hallways, overflowing lunchrooms family parties, hanging out with friends. … Being labeled, The Quiet One felt like wearing an oversized sweater, one I could sink into and neverContinue reading “just a part of me”
Some Short Narratives
Lately, instead of writing consistent poems, I’ve done small drawings of people accompanied by their thoughts/a quick story and a saying on their shirt. I’ll share some here (although I’m not ready to share any of my drawings! I’m no artist, trust me). The saying is the second phrase of each “poem”: I. Our “real” selvesContinue reading “Some Short Narratives”
Reaching Joy 