it's quiet here ( Read more... )

i will be going through my entries over the past 4 years, and pulling the things that had meaning, discarding the rest ( Read more... )

everything is changing for the better, finally.
la finis.

i am just going to be happy today and see what it's like.

but i can't.
stress so hard i can feel it in my back.
my kidneys.

my body once so familiar with glory,
my body has become a museum:
this part remembered because of someone's mouth,
this because of a hand,
this of wetness, this of heat.

this winter has pummeled through us furiously.
already.

all the women have swollen hearts and rocks in their tummies and all the men are avoiding, because to deal with it is frightening.

these skeletons.
these skeletons.

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the emotional turmoil associated with this winter only teases me when it seems, here and there, like it may end ( Read more... )

what i meant to write about is how the world just lost one of it's most inspiring artists.
nia:wen morrisseau, for all those colours and beings and shapes and forms.
safe journey.