July 14th POEM,, rip

Heaven is a construct, a  relief we grasp onto tight.  //For what?   (For what??) I know you are alright.   & I feel,, ( ,I feel , ,) that hell is all a laugh, ’cause what’s crafted in god-image should survive the hottest fire & (twice) come back. In pass/ing ,, you are person noContinue

(not writing) by writing (this post)

Letters to the World 3/15/20 “In all disorder, there is a secret order.In all chaos, a cosmos.” -Carl Jung 💫 I have to admit, that I’ve been feeling on the bitter side of living lately, exhausted until I just haven’t been able to comprehend the extent of it. As in, I’m so tired my eyesContinue

31 years

Letters to the World3/1/2020 Perhaps it is that I am burnt out? // I’m running the race, frantic, but my wheels have fallen off & I am on my last leg & that leg is broken. I had to step out of the caregiver role, swap my 9 years of nanny experience for a 2amContinue

2020

Letters to the World1/1/20 As I stare at my phone, listening to music in my car on this first day of the year, waiting to enter my assigned nanny case of the day…… I’m caught by this dear diary entry I found dated October of 2019. Does deep painful anguish bring light? I feel this,Continue

Forever 56 ,

Letters to the World 12/30/19 I, think / I think / my mom’s on a trip somewhere. Like she took a train, a bus, a flight & flew off somewhere far away with some one-way ticket out of this physical realm. (I’m struggling to conceptualize she won’t be coming back.) I think I think it’sContinue

Jubilee Turns Mourning

Letters to the World12/7/19 I went to a poetry gathering the othernight, got invited to a coffee bar to chill & schmooze. I let myselfbuild up thrilled emotions,, intoxicant inbelieving the rush–INVITED socialization. Dangerous. ‘Cause it’s apt to be thieved / my relief, by Reality, & its rearing ugly head. These are the most vicious,Continue