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

Poetry

It’s National Poetry month. I’m pretty excited about this! Previous to the beginning of this month, I think the last time I’d written a poem, or attempted one, probably was in high school.… Continue reading

Tart and spicy. C’est moi. Oh, and that juice I just made

Alright, I had the best intentions this evening to blog about recent fun crafty things I’ve been doing…. But THEN. I was on Instagram and I found this wicked juice recipe. And frankly,… 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

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