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Lost poem #1 from 2010
Disappearing
Resuscitate me. Sun
Has escaped through my
tired fingertips
Has strained to fill holes in my
eyesockets with white stones
Has been sucked into a
plastic hope-making machine
To feed the famished
offerings of hazy pebbles
I am pinned like an insect
To a world made of felt and
petrified by freezing winds
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True Life: The EQs
Everyone knows that life is hard, but knowing doesn’t make the pain any easier to digest. My baby brother has his first broken heart. More than any other friend who’s ever had his/her heart broken, I feel as though I understand his the most. We have the same heart- fragile, sensitive, and totally open. There’s nothing worse than the pain of ( Read more... ) -
The truth is softer when it's a metaphor.
Today is fresh- green like the first sprout. It’s a blessing to feel this hopeful upon waking. Tiny hopes they may be, but they are exactly what I need to make it through this day.
My life mirrors the seasons. I am small and green today, but I’ll soon grow. I’ve been living in the snow queen’s palace of ice for far too long. She thought herself ( Read more... ) -
Born with an open heart and open eyes
All who know me, and many who don't, have thought me too trusting. The heart on my cool grey cable knit sweater bursts with stories of heartache and of beauty that ache to transcend my own experiences and to reach out to the hearts around me for confirmation, for connection. I've been told I'm naive, a trait I resented throughout my teenage years ( Read more... ) -
Songs that say goodbye.
She died with a pink-cheeked babydoll in her arms ( Read more... ) -
Bud to bloom
Nice when it's warm enough to roll the windows down but cool enough to wear my teal blazer and jeans. When it's sunny enough to wear glasses, but shady enough to see without a glare. The puppies from outside of petsmart find good homes. Daffodils at Whole Foods are $5 for 30 stems. Olive oil comes infused with garlic and rosemary. Tastes like ( Read more... ) -
Living with Ghosts
I've only worked 8 days in the past two weeks. I don't know what to do with myself... Dad says this is bad; it means I work too much. Today I have been holding Maddox while he sleeps, poops, eats, and wonders. That's pretty much it. I haven't even eaten anything except a bowl of cheerios this morning. I'm drinking a glass of chardonnay now. ( Read more... ) -
I'm so tired, but WAKE up. Say you love me now.
It's Christmas Eve. I'm working. Oh my Gosh, I am a receptionist ( Read more... ) -
exactly how i feel today
O the dragons are gonna fly tonight They're circling low and inside tonight It's another round in the losing fight Out along the great divide tonight
We are aging soldiers in an ancient war Seeking out some half remembered shore We drink our fill and still we thirst for more Asking if there's no heaven what is this hunger for?
Our path is worn our ( Read more... ) -
babies are amazing
they are so teenie tiny. they have the littlest fingers and toes and wrinkly butts like piglets and fuzzy heads and pink bodies, except the hands and feet, which are blue, blue the most human color. babies are HUMANS. they are itty-bitty humans with expressions and sounds and needs and sOuLs. they are our own flesh and blood. they have our ( Read more... )