the morning after ))

Letters to the World11/23/2020 What the weekend brought in sunshine over the mountain top & casual relaxation, faux-fireplace, Monday brings in rain over chill, trash trucks screeching, & work. Waiting / for this toil to end becomes mental turmoil as bad as digging ditches. I’m swallowed by the machine, spinning dizzy –cog vomiting productivity. I’llContinue

[ Awake in an Ambulance

Or, The Time I Had A Seizure Inpatient ] * * * I’mdoused with inward daydream,, soaked to the bone with infatuation / my own imagination / a misery / which follows me,, deluded to anxiety & spitting autonomous politeness speak. * * * I’ll never forget the feeling of thestrip search & body check.NoContinue

Poem: I feel so much us connected

I feel so much us connectedthe thoughts of the ancestors & genes, our omnipotent mind. / There is somethingpast bone which is calling me home & it’s not inthis body of mine… Which is really // the onlyreason for this earth-time,,, business (as usual). Comparing to prove it: a bard’s lyrical linescan say nothing moreContinue

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

/Hospice

Letters to the World12/4/19 The days have been blurring into one big ball of anguish. My mom is sick. My mom is on hospice & she is dying. Painfully. Soon I will have my sisters & my dad, which is amazing; but it’s no “mom, dad, & 3 little sisters” situation. I’ll certainly miss it.Continue