trees

Slow Love

I. Let’s not listen to music, let the lyrics come on their own. Open the door. Let the birds sing. The ground sweat. You do not always have to be the dancer, alone in the corner, swaying under hanging plants and borrowed words. Do the birds sing of lost love? Do the trees dreamContinue reading “Slow Love”

Letting the Memory Settle

As we skipped rocks at Walden Pond in steady rain, you told me I just needed practice, that my outstretched hand needed to move in one single, continuous motion. You selected each stone with care, inspecting their flatness as if choosing flowers for a date, only to send them off into the gloom, certain ofContinue reading “Letting the Memory Settle”

My back is strong like a piece of bark it has its edges but it is stable, it stands tall– it is stillness and silence and me. These elements of control have never been my friend. Illusive fears of loosing a self that I had forged by lack of force the word loss–Continue reading “Trees”

Riverside Park

Some days, my eyes drift down like leaves falling to the ground they do not fight the wind they say, “Thank you,” and move on. Others, they cry– and don’t even know why– it doesn’t feel like rain it just feels like a mess I have made. Listen as I run. Footsteps left behindContinue reading “Riverside Park”

Central Park

And then, you remember: under every leaf and tree, beneath every bit of skin within every life on Earth there is what we call Love. April 23, 2016

Sitting at LACMA

We are never stuck in ourselves my feet planted on concrete connected to ambivalent sky as the trees sway to the rhythm of wind that played on my ancestors’ cheeks. June 13, 2015

through my window

the intersection of tree and sky, the lines they paint across pale blue horizons while two black specks of bird chase each other. *** Truth, expanding over snow-dipped houses– it will never be found beneath my pen. *** the earth knows things my mind cannot see. *** but I can still sit back, exhale, and soak in theContinue reading “through my window”

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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”

my green brother

falling asleep amongst the trees is easy at twilight with twinkle toes and green ribbon hair. All I do is sit back with his brown belly, whisper sad notes up to his branches, and let the wind sing me home. June 18, 2014