It's autumn. I'm working on an epic journal entry, which I will post here. Things are crazy, what with being pregnant and trying to move back across the country. What the fuck is wrong with me? I guess being pregnant didn't make me any less restless - not that I really thought it would. It all feels impossible some days, but most of the time I'm ( Read more... )

I can't keep it to myself any longer. I was trying to wait until after I got back from the doctor next week, but fuck it ( Read more... )

I am so sad and so restless, all the time.

It is exhausting.

Oh, you know, whatever ( Read more... )

I've spent the past couple days reading over old journal entries. And it's not in a bad, wallowing in the past way, like it sometimes is. No, this time, it has been a good thing. I am realizing some of my recurring patterns and issues, and also figuring out what I can feasibly reincorporate into my life to make things better in the here and now ( Read more... )

I ( Read more... )

Re-reading & remembering -

I've been re-reading things I've written in the past decade. It is helping me shut up my internal editor, because I am able to show him - See, I have written some good stuff. I can also see a clear progression - not only have I written some good stuff, but my writing has actually improved with time and practice ( Read more... )

May edged into June, like it does every year. This May-into-June season always means so much to me. It is a time for travel, trouble, & love; desire, freedom, & danger. Magic season. And when I say magic season, I don't mean that everything in this season is happy, or easy. Oh no - sometimes it is a dark, sharp magic. Some of the most ( Read more... )

I feel trapped and scared.
I feel awake and alive.

Oh, life.

this isn't the poem I set out to write today; it may not ( Read more... )