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Six days ago I loaded a residual of earthly possessions (an espresso machine, musical instruments, hair products, and some clothes) into my CRV and began driving north, then west. Destination: Seattle. After four years in Louisville, KY, I cried crossing … Continue reading
“Grief is like living in a house with many rooms, each with a different name: sadness, anger, fear, celebration, remembering, joy, gratitude. A friend suggested that the key to abiding in this house is to leave the door to each … Continue reading
beyond perfection is where you will find me i slipped around it through a vision which revealed the other side could be found by refusing to make myself any crazier than being me what a relief!
step into the garden silence cedar trees and alders sentinels the greyed bench tipping back now needs to be righted my ½-weeded garden sweet woodruff and oregano larkspur and foxglove and horse tails that grow while … Continue reading
a wild bouquet of 3-year-olds fling themselves into water jets and sit down before dissolving into a crowd of guardians and water play oh the racket! of 5-year-old boys who are deliriously happy being doused by buckets of water … Continue reading
I can’t get the stench out of my hair and my clothes the rubberish burn composting bananas and soup bones and lettuce and feces the man tearing off labels of plastic bottles to sell the wet naked … Continue reading
What it will take to roll the stone away from the grave where I have laid my soul?