Monthly Archive: April, 2013

Rebooted, in progress

So Monday was the start of our great cleanse. And by ‘great’, I might have been exaggerating a little as it really is just 5 days. And day one is down! Booyah!! Also,… Continue reading

Tomorrow, redux (a day late)

As per usual, I am currently planning tomorrow. Let me tell you how good it’s going to be! That would be amazing. Shall I tell you why? (It’s so good…. For real. It… Continue reading

Learn how to bend {learning}

……(I wrote that, then bent over my mason jar to sip the cab-sav filling it) That’s not really the bending I meant. But it works, it is Wednesday after all. And after a… Continue reading

Jacaranda

Mmm{sigh}hm Small, unexplained nails on my bed Jacaranda blossoms showering down on me as I walk under enveloping limbs Really sticky fingers Crack of dawn, endless, No endless. Seriously endless tears. Battle Royale… Continue reading

Le ciel, mon coeur

Bending. Flexible. Fluid. {dreams of yoga, from years past fill my mind and calm me} Breathe. {seriously. deep-breathe. inhale. decompress.} Cleanse. {sad sweet faces stare at me. repeatedly.} Cleanse deux. {oh Eleanor} Les… Continue reading

My grandmother’s silver is nothing like the sun

Out of the corner of my eye, silver flashes. Reflects. Silver. Moves. Blue. I planted a pinwheel in my living room. I hate saying twinkle. Or sparkle. Or shine. Ifeellikethesearewordshijackedbyvampires I glance over… Continue reading

Poached and wilted

I sat. As I sat, I lay back. Resting my head on the edge of the couch and closing my eyes. Darkness descended with the slow sweep of my lashes. I inhaled. So… Continue reading

Dear heart, love me

Oh hey there, Early week break from creative prose to reflect… The more I’ve been juicing, the more I feel it makes me focus not only on my physical heath, but my emotional… Continue reading

Animal sentinels

Prior to sleep this evening, I watched a movie about mines. And so I thought about canaries… While I watched people shot and killed. Canaries are victims too. Are they still? In mines.… Continue reading

Sanity: A Poem (sort of)

It’s a Friday night affair I sit in the dark, listening to the sounds of revelry coming from the second floor As my son joyfully reads with his father. And when I say… Continue reading

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