Last Tuesday, I put the endless stacks of sheets into the closet. Finally. I'm resisting editing that sentence, even though I know it's a bad beginning. It's really a bad sentence in general. But I'm resisting. I want to try writing this piece all at once, badly, just to get something out. In November I… Continue reading On Clutter
Tag: child
On Childhood
childhood dream place wings and moss in abundance light shining through us
On Flight
Scruffy, angelic white puffs blow in the wind outside my plane window. My sister says it's an invasive species. It seems ludicrous that something so beautiful could be so violent. We take off, and the white puffs give way to dead grass, then an expanse of grey sky. I'm thinking about elementary school birthday parties… Continue reading On Flight
Dream
childhood dream placewings and moss in abundancelight shining through us
Socks
are the only thing keeping me from falling apart ! One small barrier (between me and the world) : The one thing that separates me from the dream. My dreams were preferable to this . Much softer and filled with more desire.
Eggs
frying eggs is sometimes the only thing that makes sense just a simple task, maybe the first food you learned to cook young and hungry in the kitchen- rem- ember when young and hungry was all you needed to be? SUPPORT MY ART