Weight of Whispers
From the vaults. My last year in college, post 9/11 world. Air, breath, beating, reacting.
Read MoreCategory: poetry
Flash (R)evolution
I am moving house. Well, apartment to house. Still renting, but I am spreading out, sort of.
Whenever I move I find stuff – lots of writing especially. I write a lot, but it doesn’t mean I type it, or file it properly, or share it.
The discipline is in the order, not the action for me. I don’t know when I wrote this, I suspect right before moving to Arizona, 2006/2007, while I was leaving my husband and living in a basement in Brooklyn.
Read MoreOceans in a stone
dreamy winter sea song
Read Morein in in the body
Springtime Flirt ~ American Sentence Day 51 of 108
another beautiful mountain springtime day, another year passing
Read MoreLearning to fly again – American Sentence: Day 50 of 108
when loss lifts . . .
Read MoreIf I Can’t Dance, I Don’t Want To Be Part of Your Revolution – Emma Goldman ~ American Sentence Day 49 of 108
I love New York! I am missing my city so bad today. Missing home.
Read MoreDream Whisper – American Sentence Day 41 of 108
pleasant dreams make it hard to get out of bed
Read Moreoh god i fell for you – Music Monday
