Solitude The minute
the very exact minute i opened my mouth out flew every disease i ever caught. And so i buried myself under the pine with worn words as a companion. A silent celebration i invited no one.
I am about a month away from my Little Free Library grand opening. Which means I am busy constructing my first collaborative chapbook and I am eager to let everyone see it soon! Thank you to those who have contributed.
The heaviness of hibernation has me wiggling out of my skin. I want to experience again the day i first met you on display the layers of tongue wagging through philosophy lifting life. Us finding midnight blue.
I haven’t posted many of my thoughts lately. Mostly out of a cringe in my stomach telling me to hold back the tide of bile. An anger lurks underneath the bed.
And you are healing? Aren’t you feeling your way out of the dark yet?
Ive been here so long. You fit like a glove. The peeling back of every layer. Every fear succumbs to my scratching fever. The bedside table rarely tips. The icy water barely sipped.
Yellow Eyes open wide sand skies
sparkles two moons of feelin’ waves of molten juice
the layer beneath
keep digging until you find fresh cut grass, growing
Fractured Can you hear me
make home in the silence of the woods where i watch freshly fallen snow absorb her howl. And i walk with a limp.
My days blend one into another. My to-do projects never quite finished. Ever chasing what best resembles my thoughts.
In the end, we return to the beginning. Recyclers of vision. Creative forces that renew life’s energy. From brown, life reveals an essence. Stability. Friendship. Wisdom.
Find the photography challenge here
knots: earth rests Im tired of the blather
long to be whisked forth where nature knows what is best.
unchecked reality preservation of sanity he brought her down sifting through grains of sand on knees please!