"And I forgot to tell you I love you And the night's too long And cold here without you I grieve in my condition For I cannot find the words to say, "I need you so"-I Love You, Sarah McLachlan Sometimes it feels like I've forgotten to tell you about all the good parts, which…Read more See
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The False Impressionist
The ghost carcass Exoskeleton Stamped Naked bones in the wet impostered earth Cheap cement substitutes Trampled tramp Another line, The same ones Over and again You take up all my useless time So I sit Perched above the baby fork A fish out of water Poking overcooked yoke Wondering if you ever gave a shit…Read more The False Impressionist
Holy Matcha
“I met him when he was broken.” I said, referring to the day I met my husband in the park after he’d separated his shoulder on a trail. "That’s how we all meet each other.” he said. And then I had my first matcha latte made with peace, love, almond milk and understanding. It was…Read more Holy Matcha
Love Notes
His and Her morning meditations. His is pink. The place was crawling with people who were only thinking about themselves being seen, like a concert, which is ironic. You’ve come to see the band hoping they’ll see what a fan you are, like church. Where’s the music? Why doesn’t it work to just say to…Read more Love Notes
The Camel and the Scorpion
We've been home two days. Dreaming resumed after stuffing our faces with centuries old art created by either the typical, deviant aristocracy, those men who had the choice to forgo their family's pursuit of traditional wealth in favor of living abroad with unsanctioned partners painting en plein air, feigning a pauper's life to master the illusion of…Read more The Camel and the Scorpion
With Love
Look with Love and See Listen with Love and Hear Feel with Love and Be ~ I promise to expand on these thoughts soon but for today just wanted to put a little love in your heart and say thanks for all the love you've put in my heart this year. Isn't writing the best?…Read more With Love
Consumed
Last night I dreamt about amorphous blob creatures called muffies. They laid, thoughtless, purple, clam-like yet motionless and unclothed on yoga mats making moaning and sucking sounds with eyeballs connected to no thoughts other than to be fed. I spent the dream trying to manage their slimy groaning needs while actual work scenarios rushed up…Read more Consumed
