“The creative adult is the child who survived.” —Le Guin It’s difficult to explain to thosewho don’t understand.The throughline of childhoodbreaks off somewhere asthe decades continue on. I hold tight to my pen to make sense of those early years.How they definedthe womanI am today.Healing my inner childone day at a time.Poetry helped mefind myContinue reading “Writer’s Block”
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Memory of Pink Faded Clouds
The early November skybefore sunrise is untouchable.It’s quiet but fierce, wantingto burst into the daybut takes a moment to breathe.I drive east. I watch the darkblue grow lighterpops of yellow appearbelow the horizon,as though the sun is ripping throughthe universe, through the land and sky,to say good morning, hello.Music plays, it’s too early tocomprehend aContinue reading “Memory of Pink Faded Clouds”
One Week
I’m writing thisfrom a placeof clarity,the place I get to beone week a monthor 12 days if I’m lucky.The haze had cleared,the spirals have settled,I can pinpoint my feelingsand work through themin more balanced ways.I’m not swinging from oneemotional extreme to the other.I don’t take things as personally.The lens I look atmy life throughisn’t asContinue reading “One Week”
Nahko
My dogwas a ball of happiness.All he wanted wasto love.He was fiercely protectiveeven with no threatin sight,which made itchallenging at times.I loved the wayhe ran upstairsevery morningonce he heardmy door open.Like clockwork he would be therewiggling his whole body,ready to make mesmile.
Fades To Blue
There’s light in the darkness,you just have to find it.When everything floats away from you,you can’t focus on anythingbeyond the buzzing sound your fear makes in your thoughts.You float away in your daydreaming,you stay there for years without seeing.It becomes your norm overnight,you follow the phases of the moon,count on one hand the shooting starsyouContinue reading “Fades To Blue”
Kaleidoscope
I drive down snowy roadsalong the coastlistening to chappell roantrying to stay warmtrying to stay sanein these monthswhere the sun doesn’t shineand snow drifts into pilestaller than me
Shallow
No one tells you aboutthe noise of an earthquake,at least the shallow ones anyway.The loud bang,it sounds like your houseis going to explode,like the earth is goingto swallow you whole.The way it came throughlike a freight trainmoving under the ground.The sound had me questioningwhat the hell was happening. Everything shook for 15-20 seconds,it felt likeContinue reading “Shallow”
These Lonesome Lines Were Lying Around
We only accept change after its happened.We live amongst each other,keeping our space while still acknowledging we share the same air whether we like it or not.The less we knew, the less we continued to care.We cared until we moved on to other things. It happened gradually over a year or two.The obsessions we hadContinue reading “These Lonesome Lines Were Lying Around”
I Breathe In Patience
I breathe in patience,I breathe out worry.I inhale good emotions,I exhale useless ones.I hold onto the little I can control,I let go of the rest.
Ring of Fire in Winter
I watch with bated breathon my phone of images of LAgoing up in flame.An eerie glimpse ofthe future is here,when the city of starsbecomes engulfed ina ring of fire,it leaves me wonderinghow climate change willimpact life going forward.It doesn’t snow in New Englandthe way it once did,strong winds move throughthe winter months withan occasional dusting.TheContinue reading “Ring of Fire in Winter”
Kelly Severseike 