quick burn
who exactly is burning? all fire must be fed and i have no desire to go out as a flash in the pan consumed in service of a false idol
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Bits and Bobs
Words that come to me as they will.
the law of attraction
nothing about beauty is objective; grace resides in the particular. from the soul-stirring perfume of arabian jasmine to a sky streaked...
the last mile
how to guard this great buoyant secret swelling within my belly threatening to burst with every word i speak? i’ve been silent for so...
meanwhile
i realized, to my dismay, that what i felt was a tremendous sense of unbelonging. alienated from this life i’d so carefully curated....
cannibalism
the way you insisted on feeding me to myself over and over — hovering precariously your eyes boring into mine as if posing a challenge...
talisman
maybe if i give my fear a home roll out the red carpet feed it double boiled soup make its bed rain feathers gift it with my secrets it...
how about you show yourself some grace?
and what of the days that are filled with impossible greyness? when every movement is governed by flaring pain that lingers uninvited?...
i write myself into resilience
what happened then i can understand now. from a distance of several years, able to see the full curve of my life. the universe was...
permission
most days, i relish my freedom to live according to my desires alone. master of my own whims, i spend the morning reading dogs in park...
iterations
do i not notice new flowers sprouting be they sweet pea or oleander new quicksand pits waiting to swallow me new ways to fall and rise?...
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