I make trails with my fingers across her body
switchback
to spread out the effort of such a climb
into our souls and out of our minds
“your hands are conscious’ she says.
So is her skin if she can tell such a thing.
We look up to the evidence of the firm and gentle breeze
shhhhshing it’s way through the leaves.
“I [...]
Me (frantically): I just feel like I can’t get it done. Like, I physically *can’t*!
My mom is standing in the door about to pick up another box of my things to wait in her basement while I find a home in the forest. Without much of a pause at all and certainly no impatience about [...]
This poem has riveted me. Lately, I’ve been finding poems, the words of others in general, reach into places in me that want to articulate themselves but my own words just can’t seem to get deep enough or to hold firmly enough to draw out. My relationship with language is wobbly and sometimes writing hurts.
So [...]
This from “Eve’s Diary” by Mark Twain:
At first I couldn’t make out what I was made for, but now I think it was to search out the secrets of this wonderful world and be happy and thank the Giver of it all for devising it.
It always comes back to this.
How flimsy and inadequate it seems [...]
I woke up in the calm of her house feeling a deep gratitude for this friendship. Later I tell her, “I love how we weather a storm together. You’re the perfect travel partner for the tumultuous times in my life.”
The space to talk, to laugh, to be alone and then to come together in whatever [...]
The air is sticky. All day, just clinging to my skin. My cats sprawl out in the coolest (which also means strangest) places they can find and I sit still and simply feel the weight.
Until Foxy rises and grins up at me, reaches her paw to my lap and smiles. I understand that it’s time [...]
my body is saying what my words strain around.
The knots in my words choke me. those knots are strangling my love. In the air the silks embrace me and those tangles hold me up. I can rise up. And I can let go.
In the space inside my head my exahaustion becomes a torturous dismantling [...]
came the time to go down
and die
smothered by dark
and lie
there completely unmoving
Light Light Light
all my seasons are named
for you
Light Light Light
I’ll be hollow and wait
for you
