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(Day 2)

Small things are lovable.
-Okinawan proverb

there is nothing he cannot grow.
herbs unfurl in the foyer
the living room ficus lives without light,
seeds sprout in the treads of his shoes. 56 more words

Poetry/Writing

(Day 1)

i.
it was slippery soft.
body goop hung in strings,
torso blotched purple like
grape skins.

ii.
it cannot make tears at first.
lungs to rival a horn player, 19 more words

Poetry/Writing

Portal fantasy, Williamsburg, Brooklyn

Given opportunity, I keep to my own corner of Brooklyn. I mean that in a very localized way: If I can stay in my apartment and spend as little money as possible, I count it a win of sorts. 1,375 more words

Personal Writing

1500 Miles - Give or Take

I was so scared, when you picked me up from the airport and you kissed me, that I’d spend the rest of my time down there being awkward because there was nothing to it. 89 more words

Writing

January 2017

This is my birthday month, and I have been gifted with so much beauty.  Exactly what I ask for, snow.  It’s so deep and cold I really haven’t ventured out much – no skiing, no walking.   145 more words

Art, Environment, Personal Writing

Pretty Little Guy

Gender is messy, language is messy, but my son is abso-freaking-loutely beautiful.

Quiet moments with my son are a rarity; at two years old, he’s reveling in the developing mastery of mobility, and spends hours running, climbing, spinning, and generally wearing me out.   1,382 more words

Personal

Quick general update for 2017

I know, I’ve been radio silence for a while. It’s been a hectic time involving job hunting, job doing, Christmas, bereavement, house sitting, being ill, studying and more in the weeks since I last posted. 360 more words

Writing