Towards what, is this marchinexorable? The relentlessclamor of the days’ chatteraway, and I have tenancy in the mundane—folding the laundry while listeningto social commentary by thoughtleaders on the radio—a juxtaposition.I’m afraid, comma. Or, I’m afraid, semi-colon. Regardless, this shallow excavation ofmy thoughts, really so many thoughts, limping into words with what latentmeaning. I want to say… Continue reading May We, Then
Month: January 2019
In Truth
The repetition is good for meThe repetition is good for me, likea mantra. And the soft cleansing strikes remembrance in my heart. The dwelling of my heart has been besieged, with deliberation. Break. Respool want, unthreaded from need. There is care to be taken, and themotions are for more than going through. Be in. Be here. The repetitionis good for me. In… Continue reading In Truth
New Orbit
I am imagining what it would be like to have a badly-behaved celebrity-style meltdown, smashing chairs and windows, my blood stream coursing with destructive chemicals. Only not the artificially introduced kind. Rather, the kind that my own disordered brain produces. I imagine how satisfying it might momentarily feel to give into the feelings of rage,… Continue reading New Orbit
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