Tomorrow is my grandpa’s 93rd birthday. It feels like he’s been on holiday — like our grief is some compounded sadness over an absence of three months, not forever. Three months. A leaf, falling with timid grace from a tree. A baby, giggling as they curl their fingers around your own. Tiny, new fingers —Continue reading “Echo”
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I’ve known love as often as I’ve known the pace of a robin as it hops across dewy grass; as often as I’ve heard laughter from the second subway car or balcony, the best friend, teasing; as often as I’ve tasted my mom’s breaded chicken cutlets after soccer practice. On American lawns, on each grainContinue reading “. . .”
Missing You
The truth is that you’re gone, with the wind, in the ground — it’s all the same, uniting with Earth, new energy again? The truth is that my dad will never get to see his dad the same way, again. A heaven, a hell, a change from life to death has been promised to usContinue reading “Missing You”
Let Us
love, fight, for justice, for equity, let us never negotiate on human rights; let us be kind to ourselves in the process. A resources for self compassion I have found incredibly useful: https://self-compassion.org/ November 21, 2020
Perfect Storm
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”
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”
Inventions
Think not of then, nor of what could be. Think of now. I dare you. Can you? Consider it as it floats by, untethered, tethering you. Thinking is an invention, no? of our foremothers, of species reconciling past and present into future possibility? No god nor head of state; No hidden truths, no sufferingContinue reading “Inventions”
Visibility
What is our greatest truth if not love? What is love if not an act of being seen whole, broken? “We never have these conversations,” my aunt says, over the phone, after watching the video montage I compiled for my brother’s 18th birthday: messages from family about gratefulness and memories and light. “You toldContinue reading “Visibility”
So High
I stare at you up on that pedestal I’ve been building brick by brick, so brightly you glow, so quickly you show me I can know love by where my heart goes. So why I am the one who says hello and you who says goodbye? Only in the middle do we meet, eyeContinue reading “So High”
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”
Reaching Joy 