i have a tendency to treat my jobs like lovers in the beginning i am so mad about them so committed i leave favored books on the coffee table and call just to see how everything is going i miss them when i am away and make sure that they have all my emergency numbers…
Tag: poetry
freedom’s manifesto
when i grow up i want to be whole when i grow up i want to dip my toe in the water then decide poolside or bellyflop when i grow up i want to count stars instead of calories when i grow up i want to whistle work at play lean into the wind and sail…
free. woman. standing.
When I was 25 I took on a mantra that at the time I thought would heal me, everywhere I went I posted it: fear, it is the only enemy with love I will defeat it I even considered getting a tattoo of it. 12 months ago I admitted to myself after committing to…
woman interrupted
suspended between 2 worlds i exist neither here nor there time traps me taunting it ensnares multitasking trickery i once juggled dubiously without regard to circumstance or second chance now i glide between dimensions not quite defined where legos rule children scream there are demands pulling at me memos to be sent proposals to be written and…
a 21 day deadline to…next
i am 21 days shy of my 98 day goal. sitting here writing i’m not sure how i feel about that, these evening works have brought a structure to my day that i frankly lacked before. its allowed me to have conversations before impossible. to excise and share works previously housed in my head. i’ve…
truth, a work in progress
the stuff of revolution of evolutions Love Love turns a weakness in on itself Love an impulsion‘s magnitude resulting in the formation of galaxies anew Love omniscience Love connects us each to the other Love power bringing forth itself igniting Love causing your soul to come aflame make Love not a…
get a grip…it’s just kindergarten
deeply you wish to trap the moment freeze it for futility sake to keep and harbor as close to your heart as humanly possible parenting is foolhardy work in measures we release them into streams unknown for the sake of saying we have safely conquered nightmares, needles and the naughty naughty no no’s screamed by…
i wanna dance like the blues
I wanna dance like the blues Slo and determined Stumping the funk out Like what’s past us over And tomorrow a prospect so distant it ain’t worth my time I wanna dance like the blues Fill myself up with longing So intense it comes out in groans Gyrating till dawn I groove I move…
gratitude i
there is joy in his giggle unmitigated happiness in his uncanny ability to transform an ordinary couch cushion to juggle gym to slide to trampoline ‘mommy’ takes on a new edge when shrieked from a crib is this the love that ‘knows no bounds’ don’t know only the texture of his oatmeal is important…
appreciation i
there is a space where breast meets rib softness rests there never having seen sunlight it is unmarred innocent rarely touched it yields warmth the feminine softness physically manifests a place of intimate refuge – home entire religions founded wars forged to possess to caress a place where there is…
fearfree living 