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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”

Hugs

A huger of the mind, a huger of the soul– “find that out about your surroundings” who is who? I have a friend who does both– take care of yourself, I need to connect on that deeper level I am grateful to have found a match, to find when I am not looking, to singContinue reading “Hugs”

Untitled

You are my grounding love. Lifting me up, love tingles; grounding, love soothes, gives permission to be rather than question. So much time is spent questioning: twenty pools of Walden Pond water and I always try to sift my way out– but this is sea, not sand. Knowing your face is partContinue reading “Untitled”

The journey inside a man will always begin and end with a woman. She taught us to peer up at the sky in contentment rather than glee, to leave the grass un-trampled, to look for food where you’d least expect to find it. She is every shade of blue and green and brownContinue reading “Home”

you are a ship

these feelings of being stuck seem to be unbearable– it’s all connected cyclical dense not me what is me? well, it’s sitting under a tree, maybe sipping some tea, not minding the clouds just letting all flow naturally– see! that’s me. sitting in the shade, not letting the day fade you are here for oneContinue reading “you are a ship”

Change

To deny that life Is nothing more Than a sort of practice Than a way to smooth out Your hands Your breath Your paper back novels Is to deny that life Is nothing more Than change, Change That we can guide along the way, The way home. August 21, 2016

Home

Let them fall out of me, like rain, these words on a page, they are my blood four drops in a row you know they’ll have me running, forgetting, wondering, “What was,” and, “What is…” Let the open door remind me, remind you that our hearts are not just our house; they are our home and theContinue reading “Home”

The Return

The extraordinary powers of letting go, magic of feeling pen on paper skin– we are all cut out dolls made with razor sharp scissors let me let go and make my art the way I want to. I will whisper away those sad navy blues and caress them with specks of gold found only atContinue reading “The Return”

Truth, Wisdom, Love

The weight of the Truth is the weight of a mountain– a single Earth. … The weight of Wisdom is the weight of a feather– a single tear. … It is bright tonight as I huddle tight next to a soft pillow and a softer light, shining the way Love greets lovers in the doorway…Continue reading “Truth, Wisdom, Love”