PAPER BIRDS
I made wool For my eyes And oil For my lamp I made paper birds That cannot fly And the wind Won’t carry me Or my heart away
I made wool For my eyes And oil For my lamp I made paper birds That cannot fly And the wind Won’t carry me Or my heart away
When finally, finally I had opened my eyes I could feel the spiders scurry from their webs And cockroaches who had thought me dead Scuttled frantically from under my bones I felt like a pile of sawdust waiting for the wind To come along and sweep me into a hurricane Back into the chaos from…
Every year, about this time, I start falling hopelessly into a past that nearly killed me. 2011 was the year I turned 40. It was a pretty strange year in that I was a totally different person than I had been previously. I had lost 100 lbs and had made lots of new friends. It’s…
You are valuable to me. Without you I’d be less alive. You are my Batman. My Wonder Woman. My supporter. My fire starter. You remind me I am not alone. That possibilities are all around me just waiting for me to engage. You are potential. You are energy. You are my community and my possible…
Living is a choice Every single time And it’s been awhile Since I imagined death I wanted to know How the water would feel If I breathed it in I’ve heard it hurts But only for a moment And then I wondered If it would matter If it would hurt anyone And I couldn’t imagine…
The day absorbed me Painted me black Spit me out as smoke And watched As I tainted everything I touched Just soot and ash Worthless
We are thirsty and hungry and no amount of whatever will satisfy us. We will, most of the time, be full but never satisfied. It’s a side effect for being alive. A constant yearning from the moment we are born. I believe we love and have the ability to love very deeply but we always…
I really feel this one today even though I wrote it years ago. The clock on the wallSpins faster these daysIt has slowly sped upAs each day comes to callAnd each night hardly staysI swear it’s true… shhhhJust listenAs the tick tick tickMoves steadily onAs echoes migrateFrom an underwater pastTo the surface of nowA million…
I realized recently much of my anxiety was attached to a feeling that I needed to be perfect. Act perfectly in all things. I know logically there is no such thing. I mean I KNOW that. But I don’t think my heart ever got that message. I must execute plans perfectly. I must do exactly…
This is me and my dad! We have the same smile. And look at that haircut 🤷♀️ Remember those big bouncy balls with a handle? Do they still make them? It was so much fun. What was your favorite childhood toy?