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”
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Subway Woman
She looks into the subway car like a criminal looks into their jail cell with contempt, with bitterness, with acceptance. It’s 1AM, car a quarter full, faint summer air conditioning filling the air along with her grievances. She resigns, lays back in her seat after picking some lint out of her hair sheContinue reading “Subway Woman”
Flowers
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”
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”
Reaching Joy 