Tag: Poetry
3.9.21
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 