but this hour

Happiness, Not in another place but this place…not for another hour, but this hour. ~Walt Whitman 1 – 8 // this place, this hour i am the sun-drenched morning of guilt and freedom, passion and apathy, strength and stillness. i am rogue energy, trapped in the frantic wings of a thrush. i am palpable envy when i turn my […]

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three things {the art of haiku}

the art of haiku “Haiku was traditionally written in the present tense and focused on associations between images. There was a pause at the end of the first or second line, and a “season word,” or kigo, specified the time of year.As the form has evolved, many of these rules–including the 5/7/5 practice–have been routinely […]

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not something, but nothing

I’m calling you because I could really use a friend. (Yet I don’t call, and we don’t speak.) Was my invitation lost in the mail? Is this an intentional bruising with silence? This – not the first time – caught in a tangle of loss and longing; trapped in the hollows where shadows surround me. I […]

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climb and run again

OUR BODIES SUN & SUPPLE, BIG BLUE ROOM NUISANCE. GAMES WERE MADE CLIMB AND RUN AGAIN. WE LIVED OUR LIVES; WERE BROWNED BY THE SCRATCHED AND BLEEDING START AT ONE END. WAIT FROM ENDLESS USE. BARE IN. FELL THROUGH FROM THE HOLE, WE COULD GO LAUGHING SOMETIMES Yesterday, my husband and I went to a […]

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no one quite like rene

+++ The way we are living, timorous or bold, will have been our life. – Seamus Heaney, Elegy +++ she was bold. and beautiful. and sassy. she was unapologetically herself. she lived her life in full colour. she had a loving heart, a loud laugh, a generous spirit. she knew what she wanted, and who […]

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