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
Category: poetry
Then Let it Rain
Here, it rains even under full sun, each weighted drop shone through, cleansing. I’m sure of less than all I thought I knew before— how obvious now. I am heavier since the lightening, somehow gaining with the loss. Still I idle in the fractured glow, needing yet to be reassured. Later, the grass will appear… Continue reading Then Let it Rain
One of Those
I long to be one of those women with the flawless fingernails. I can’t help but make assumptions based on their perfectly smooth cuticles, trimmed and even —a self-reflective metaphor. Unchipped, jewel tone paint colors, themed perfectly to outfit or occasion. I bet these women also have their beds made daily, and have appropriate resources… Continue reading One of Those
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