Category Archive: NaPoWriMo

Focal point

I need to write a book. I just finished a book that made me want to write one of my one. The story was intriguing. The plot left me anticipating the final book.… Continue reading

Small moments

Calm of sorts, Wide wide eyes Sweat, stress, tight. Breathing. My internal mind becomes tightly focused. I pretend. And I am good at it. I bet you didn’t know that I was this… 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

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

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

Ode to Tempeh

“It smells like feet”, he said thoughtfully. And just as thoughtfully he returned his gaze to his paper. “I never noticed”, she said thoughtfully. And just as thoughtfully she continued to eat. (Photo… Continue reading

The West

I think a lot about the West. Huge trees, all statuesque. Throwing their weight around, making no apologies. Putting the South to shame with their sheer majesty. But the South replies, with spreading… Continue reading

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