Work in Progress

This is where I started; with one truth I did not believe. Every stroke of my brush, every inch of my skin, every moment of enlightenment and every day of doubt brings me here; to this next moment of fragility. Confronted again with the choice of being awake to my heart and allowing what is…

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The Mountain Top-pled

Like I was saying, I wanted to live. It's not an easy thing to do sometimes. A lot of times. The wanting I mean. It can often leave you feeling restless, alone, unfavored, and takes a whole lot of courage. Andrea Gibson quickly became one of my favorite poets. They had this way of saying…

We stay

That was our promise. I can't tell you how many times I have wanted to back out since then. I cannot count how many times I have looked you up on Facebook and Instagram to see if you were still there. Stay? for what? I love you. We send those three words into the void…

No Grave For The Living

I want to exhume all; the lives too heavy to carry  how to tell you? Don't all our voices chorus? is there not a resonance in suffering?  are You the life I keep; trying, full term?  Isn't this what we're here for? To be the exception?  are we always at the hand of someones else's…