my friends live in a cluster in the city of lights or is that Paris they're in the city of apples you know which one i'm 3 hours north living my quiet domestic life by the seaside nestled in the theater forest with the foghorns and homemade ice creams and living in a Victorian mansion … Continue reading city of apples – a poem
I walk out of yoga full of breath and space between my ligaments. The smell of incense and motherly love from massage tables hangs on my T-shirt and I repeat my affirmation from savasana I am safe I am held I am whole I am loved I have to keep reminding myself. Outside the seagulls … Continue reading cultivate – a poem
refrigerated milk I poured you a bowl of cereal this morning frosted flakes there was an empty milk jug in the fridge who puts an empty milk jug back into the fridge? as I searched for an alternative I found half and half butter milk and finally a bottle of 1% milk all the way … Continue reading refrigerated milk – a poem
Novem-Burr november ends with overcast skies and sniffly ears, frozen fingers typing numbly. the day of thanks has come and went followed by sales & marketing schemes buy, buy, buy, consume! crowds of people like ants swarm the capitalism the news it's all too much. I'd rather stay inside where the wind won't bite me. … Continue reading novem-burr (a poem)
why are there always so many people on Amtrak trains? Where are all these people going? how come when old ladies leave the bathroom it reeks of their perfume? Does their poop smell like their perfume? Do they keep perfume in their purse at all times and spray it after use? Do they really smell … Continue reading Questions On My Mind Lately – a series
Hiiiii, long time no see. Or long time no write. This summer and the past few months have been quite the whirlwind and so I have regretfully neglected this blog, but now the summer is OVER and fall is coming and I'm so excited and ready to get back into my routine of sharing on … Continue reading Reflections from the Summer/WHERE I’VE BEEN ALL THIS TIME
There is a hunger in their eyes in every single one of them it is eerily familiar i don't know you but i know your hunger i have seen it in every single one of your kind it's like something takes over from the person they were and all you can see now is animal.