Changling
For when is the majesty of this mundane world
so apparent if it is not when leaves,
Chameleons all,
burn so brightly? Continue reading Changling
Tag: Poetry
Justice Needs More Than an Acronym
Reading aja’s words likeswords slicing through honey how can i not be Influencedmovedignited and softened in the same breaththe question i meant to ask isdo i have the right nothing makes me special, wounded i bear only the lightest scar, it rests in the corneri wear my ignorance like an itching sweater, wanting to return ithow can i listen dream rest killwith you not wanting … Continue reading Justice Needs More Than an Acronym
I Bring Teeth
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Seasonal Affective Disorder
Cliché to Say, But Life Finds a Way
So I have this really unattractive tree in the backyard right by the back door. It’s very fast to grow, has kind of an unpleasant look in general, and the biggest drawback has been the fact that one bajillion spiders decide to make their little homes in it. I had been pruning and de-spidering for the last year, and then a great idea hit me … Continue reading Cliché to Say, But Life Finds a Way
We Need Undoing
I’m on the Pacific side this flight, Looking out to the giant blueness, Reading Freeman’s Dictionary of the Undoing. I think about my wealth of privilege. I think about how I have started this decade by paying an artist to adorn my One Body with her rendition of my protector. I feel good about how this transaction benefits both our lives. About how it might … Continue reading We Need Undoing
Pocketful of Venom 