I sit here not knowing yet what to write, feeling obligated to put down words before the end of year 2012. All around my body is a crushed black velvet robe; a birthday present I gave myself yesterday, and one I'm treasuring. I'm treating myself the way I want to be spoiled. I long imagined myself … Continue reading I’m Your New Year’s Baby
Is this how the world ends... without you and me in this space and time, empty and white, swiped cut out, placed apart, singled, buried in silence in years lost in between little deaths lined up without funerals or celebration no going-away parties recognitions, torn in ribbons covered in coats of snow, lumps of sorrow … Continue reading Postcard #48: Is This How the World Will End?
There is no greater healing balm than the comfort of bed. I spend many of my days there lately, simply over being sad, nothing more. The days have grown dark. There is much dying and dead. And everyday the deeper the dread. Not because the end of the world is nigh! Nor does the upcoming Winter … Continue reading Postcard #47: Home is the Safest Place to Cry