flowers

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”

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”

These flowers are growing again in my head and like a vine they neither swoop nor swing– they cling to each side of my brain, try to determine what type of learner I am but either way, thoughts can’t be pushed out of the way so I’ll plan out another day to pluck and prune.Continue reading “Flowers”

Roses

Many roses bloom in spring; but there is only one you. February 5, 2016

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We are all just golden leaves; We are all just fallen petals. thinking back to fall on this post-blizzard day…happy Sunday! xo

grounded

these days are meant for grounding . let me open up my willow arms and sink my roots deep into the earth; at a time when the world can’t stop moving, the ground is still and I think of you . pairing off into two colored lines, one yellow, one red, from the blood we’veContinue reading “grounded”

Scenery

Flowers Run through My hair Like water Down a river Passing the last elm That’s 100 years old, Or maybe two I can see The flowers But they must not Always be blooming– My stem opens And closes in viens, Blood honey Getting stuck With the glucose Of my heart If only I were thatContinue reading “Scenery”