Strange. A ping in my chest, and there it is. I don’t typically feel anxiety when I sit to write, but low and behold, damn it. I’ll see what this is going to tell me and let it be. I’ve felt a loss of words recently, and this being my greatest outlet outside of prayer…
Unapologetic words to my dead Mom
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Growing with Spring
In front of me a Bear plays with fallen leaves and branches, and the sun is bright nearly overhead now; having dilated my eyes this morning, I’ll surely have to go inside once the shadow I’m sitting under fades with midday sun. For now, the cub likes too much to be outside, and I blame…
In the wind.
The world was still last night. I sat in the quiet and felt held down to the earth, uneasy in the way everything held its breathe. This morning a wild wind rages through the trees, just beyond my window to the right branches sway and dead leaves drop; I understand the wind, the way it bends the trees, comfortable…
Stronger.
The further dismantling of my son’s bedroom presently takes place; I put a Bear in there to play so his mom could have some time to write... Whether this proves worth it in the knowledge of my future self’s desire to clean, well, I suppose I’ll know when this is over. When I need to write,…
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