The shrinking

It's just under my pink paper skin.The deep, dark sadness that comes from a year of waiting. Holding. Staying. Everything a wash of blurred grey;the clearness of lines, gone. Facessunken from lack of color, eyes downcast, limbs treading water like dogs nearly swept under a current of chaos. I am small. Sinking into myself morewith... Continue Reading →

Backyard Stargazers

A name in me, common and silent.The slender blue frame of it spokenin the cold white air, provides a brief breath; a ventilation. My mouth is red hot.Polite as a cotton ball that’s yet to soak the blood at the back of my throat.  A garden of buried seeds. Still. Waiting for the cold moon to phase into song and... Continue Reading →

Lockdown

I can’t write it. The lockdown of life. But, that seems unimportant compared to the taking. Knees on necks. Shotguns to abdomens. Teargas and crispen orange blazes-- a clear quarantine that’s been lived in your street and communities and homes and where you work and nextdoor. Now, months into house arrest: Headaches. Tremors. Anxiety. Liplocked... Continue Reading →

the dark parts

The rusty blood crust that waits in the corners. It’s always been there. Now with a sidecar of brave.   You're hunted on the street like an animal the same animal you came from.   Different skin.   There was hope once. Now it’s a never-ending shuffle of kaleidoscope pandemic fueled disaster plans and hand... Continue Reading →

Cheers to October 1

A little over a year ago I did a thing that truly changed me. I bought a ticket to the Brave Magic writing workshop in the Redwoods of Santa Cruz where I got to learn from two of my writing inspirations: Cheryl Strayed and Elizabeth Gilbert. Now that the Fall air is starting to settle... Continue Reading →

An ode to oatmeal

The purple bowl with the dopey-eyed lama flies through the air, landing face-down on the hardwood, oatmeal exploding from all sides like an eruption of sticky silt landing heavy in a circumference of at least twelve feet from the epicenter. The unmistakable sound shatters the tantrum from the kitchen table and paralyzes me in the... Continue Reading →

Intergalactic

The stars spin around her room, like we are underwater, in a fishbowl in a house in a life of coming and going. The rain has started and the mornings are so dark, stars bleed into the hallway, on the floor of the kitchen where the cat paws at the rug. The stream of cosmos... Continue Reading →

Summer Solstice—setting intentions

Make a wish over a flame. Bring home fresh herbs like basil and lavender. Spend some money on fresh cut flowers like jasmine (sensuality), rose (love), and gardenias (peace). Take the shortest night of the year to stay up all night and set intentions. These are all small rituals you can do to welcome the... Continue Reading →

Truth Telling

I wrote this two weeks ago: Not very often in my life do I feel so overwhelmed or stretched thin that I feel close to breaking. In fact, my breaking point is so incredibly hard to get to, I sometimes wonder if I have one. I also sometimes wonder that if my breaking point were... Continue Reading →

Unknown person

Afterwards, I am a subtraction. On the periphery. Exterior.   Pinched into thin concaving bows of salty smoke. I inhale, and blow out. Ballooned contouring at a distance. Alone, I am here. I can’t remember if it was by choice. Separate but not entirely abandoned, until the lines connect and collide emptied of me. Habitual.... Continue Reading →

2018: The state of being reflected

Reflection: noun the act of reflecting, as in casting back a light or heat, mirroring, or giving back or showing an image; the state of being reflected in this way. an image; representation; counterpart. a fixing of the thoughts on something; careful consideration When I think of raising my glass in a toast to the... Continue Reading →

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