Not a morning poem at all
So. I think my short-term memory and my general ability to hold my shit together may be forever altered by the permanent lack of sleep that has become a fixture in my life, post babies. Exhibit A:Last week I left my cell phone on the roof of my car and drove away. I watched as [...]
Another image poem
anatomy of my heart today: PS–Your comments on my post earlier meant the world to me today. Really. xoxox! C.
Drawing blanks
And I can’t find the words to write about it. Dislocated. Nostalgic. Missing the way I used to be, as irrational as that seems. Feeling anxious about the future. What if I’ll never be the things I dream of? Shit. Even I know that sounds ridiculous, and yet that voice is there in my head. [...]
Morning Poem # 4
The clouds are gossamer and the moment never lasts If we take daddy’s ladder, he says, looking out the window at the way the sky is rent, gold light spilling through the torn clouds, then we could put it on the top of that tall, tall hill and reach the sun, it would be hot, [...]
Red: a poem in images
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