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.
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
thecadyluckleedy.com/2021/01/24/life-in-color-january-24th-2021/
Im tired of the blather
long to be whisked forth
where nature knows what is best.
When People Confuse Your Having Boundaries and Standards with Having “An Attitude”
When People Confuse Your Having Boundaries and Standards with Having “An Attitude”
Cherie is writing some great articles on bullies, abusers, and boundaries. 💥
If you spend your life sparing people’s feelings and feeding their vanity, you get so you can’t distinguish what should be respected in them.
desire
unchecked reality
preservation of sanity
he brought her down
sifting through grains of sand
on knees
please!
Families
Families
— Read on bereavedsingledad.blog/2020/12/27/families/
I enjoy Gary’s musings. This particular writing certainly felt familiar. Family is a funny thing. And the thing is, as terrible as 2020 was, it taught me an enormous pot of wisdom. And 2021 will be all the better for my new found knowledge and attempts to keep going forward. To dreams! To visions! To destiny!
Happy creating, Jeanne
this jagged heart line
avoid the cracks midst the stones
criss cross hope to die
