Uncertain breath flows and catches and carries me And keeps me from falling fast Keeping fast not like in the past Hesitation is a tower and as strong As a heart that pounds running long distance growing behind me, dipping Slipping under swiftly moving hands Meeting in the grass under sunlight And I said we…
Generosity mosh
Swaying and pushing – Stage and lights, music – Such energy that the singing blinded us. Moved in crowd’s current. To my right: She, suddenly shoulder to shoulder. Compact, powerful, Looking, feeling, drinking energy and Giving love. We are all everywhere at once, As is she. One with the mosh pit. Expectations in chest and…
beats
beat, street, heat, feet, feat, complete, meet, meet, be, being together, passing time, making it, making out, making up, in, inside, glistening surfaces, running on and on forever, fever, with her, over her, over here, in me, out me, out, shout, drought, doubt, doubt, cover, cower, coward. lie, lie, high, hysteric, die, nigh, spy, on…
left
does not seem like how it should be, and the past feels less like history but just story. a lightness, neither bearable nor not, creeps in, seeps up between toes and under finger nails. colourless cardboard masks sit stale where used to sing and shine and fly with future fantasy. fine is all it is,…
Protected: An abortion story
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Writing session no. 1
life is light and tight like flight flexed wings poised moist void lloyd wright knew despite the odds and oddities and flaws my claws are sheathed and sleep hibernate debate the state irate innate great inflate create permeate three words – sell a bird – what is heard by ones who preferred tv to jazz…
less sleep
there are some things undone laces trailing down your back hook eyed teeth bare and done. about to yes I thought but what we said before was not what she really meant. sorry! I didn’t want to hurt you. I mean, me. lightly stepping, peddling quickly, peddling tricks and empty boxes with no lids. lidless,…
rising
My eyes scanned the ground, poised to dodge pits, puddles, dog-shite. I was concentrating on an almost sharp pain in my right ankle, caused, I guessed, by a tight or weak achilles tendon. Feeling my feet seemed to help, and the pain receded to a dull ache. heel-arch-ball-toe flex-reach-aim-land I needed to get beyond 8…
hope
March was cruel enough and spring time numb falling falling drip, drip, drop. Black stick legs Glassy coated wings and red dot beak. I want to hop, I’d like to hope. Cocked toward the breeze, minimal breath. It isn’t necessary to look back. August 2013 (remembering April).
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