Entry 8619- All my friends are lonely / Pt. 1

Notes from the inside This inner world; We show each other these as best as we can, Trying not to miss anything important If I’m not paying attention, You may slip. I can’t catch you If I don’t know Where you’ve gone, inside. We rescue ourselves and This is understood, But the fact that I…

Entry 7/1/19 — The Air Between Us

“I will sing while you croak, I will dance over your dirty corpse…” And the story of Tania’s cunt Four men came on the train, Two talking about “God is good” and the other pair flung their weight into the corner seats, across the way from each other. The others were whispering “God is good”…

The White Rose of the Tarot

The white rose in tarot is shown on 2 cards of the major arcanum: the Fool and Death. The Fool follows his bliss, with the white rose of purity and innocence in his outstretched left hand. Death carries a banner emblazoned with the symbol of the white rose, signifying purification through transformation (also in his…

A Reminder: You’re a Human Thing

:: HUMAN :: Hello, Human! Hello. You are flesh and sinew and blood and bone! You are morning glory cells and serotonin and all that is ephemeral and all that is tangible in sweat and love. You are everything in life and beyond death and back around. Oh, Human! You do what you can. And…

Entry, after a long while: In the empty

Not another sad poem I don’t want to write another Lost-in-the-night-of-my-soul, Moonlight to guide me, But the heavy’s getting old, Down by the river, Numbing my feet in the water Waiting for “you’ll get used to it” to come That, or hiding In the sun of my memory Kind of poem. But it’s all I…

Entry 1.14.17: Returning

I’ve been returning to myself, lately. I recognized some time ago that I had gone very far away from who I once knew myself to be, and the lethargy, illness, and stress of being lost inside caused me to rattle the cage until I was out. I wouldn’t say “free”, because freedom is a state…

Entry 12.20.16 – The trickster effect and a new year

The past meets me at my doorstep, in the mirror, in a crowd of faces, in the playlist on shuffle- yesterday sings to me. I’ve searched for new sounds, but I’m not immune to the siren call I knew so well- this disturbs me, ever slightly. This interruption means the trickster Mercury is at the…

Rosamond, 1978 (Excerpt)

My grandmother, Rosamond, moved to Manhattan in the late 70s, some time after her divorce was finalized. She was in her early 50s and practiced at independence since she’d been primarily on her own throughout her marriage. It was time to secure a future, so she did just that. She worked as a receptionist at…