Tall walls around, surround. You can walk the embankment perimeter see nourishment within the lifewater. Contained, restrained, pooled for protection and future use. Sometimes The level is low. Other times Filled to the brim. And there’s machinery required to make it all go. The brain…
Stop using the word should. It only leads feeling bad about what is not happening.
The theory is we all move through life at the same speed. A second is a second after all, no? I’d like to put forth it’s the quality of that movement through those uniform seconds that changes how fast we live our lives. My life…
My life has verdigris around the edges.Part mold, part tarnish, full inattention. I learn (and must learn) again and againit’s as easyif not easierto accomplish the taskthan drag it outin angst to awful infinity,the reward of completion so sweet. Scrape the green all together from…
A brainstorm of what came out upon hearing the prompt: Tips on Womanhood. It is part serious, part storytelling, part platitude.
The sublime tease is best extended, slow building, with no expectation of fruition; of consummation if you will. The fruition is the flirt itself. Years this can continue in quickening exchange. This is a long lesson learned. I always thought the fuck was the goal.…
It makes sense that glimmers are something fleeting and flashy while triggers … well, a gun comes to mind. So I would think the glimmers have to be pretty special to carry as much weight. I suppose both things are continuua, the severity, the soothiness,…
