so tired… the heaviness of slumber settles on me like a straight jacket – no point resisting… was it a poisoned apple that struck me
Category: health
Genetics
I search for father in this pain, recall limbs wrapped, liniment-lathered, how he cried out relief beyond reach judged his suffering as emotional – a
Calm Yourself, Woman
Circumstances shift – breath the fertile air – let dreams fly; expand embrace change – hope, now winged, an explorer bursting with possibility. I would
Good Afternoon?
Rumi’s dawn breezes – once sage advice – now taunt me. I am loathe to greet the day, not that I despise its arrival, rather
Penance
The idealist is annoyed, cannot forgive these flaws – how delight can melt into forgetfulness, exertion transform into immobility, the insistence that I have no
Conspiracy Theory
The floorboards, imagining themselves waves, undulate, throw my balance off kilter… The lemonade, ignoring my thirst, refuses to open – holds fast to top rendering
