spirituality
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Atropos dreams
I dreamed about a dead poets son who self annihilated I took an elevator that went to nowhere and stopped between floors. He was darkly handsome His smile comfortably intimate, as if this weren’t death we were living in as if his life had never happened. I becamelost in his studio, scattered with the detritus… Continue reading
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the quiet current rages below
stillness, the stillnessa new silence that descendsin darknessand space, spacethat moves among usinvisibilityit is the uneaten foodthe empty platethe unused shoesthe too big bedthe listless clothes unwornthat hang on one side of the closetthe wife, now widowedthe husband without wifethe unanswered questionsthe where of Godthe words unspokenthe love that still livesendlesslythe stillness, the stillness© diane… Continue reading
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People’s faces by Kae Tempest
I feel so much when I listen to this. It is pure magic with words. Continue reading
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keening
there they flit across the stage those dancers i always wanted to be degas is calling across the years but he has painted out the pain the ugliness of the feet in satin slippers they make you forget, the satin shoes that covers a multitude of callouses built up over years blunting the pain of… Continue reading
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Mystery
i am swept up in graceNo longer myself but a vision I once hadbriefly a flash of light you created anewthe stars knowas does all of creation that you move among us soundlessly the gardener in his garden pronouncing everything goodyou are the artist painting rainbows across the sky the blue jay brushes against the… Continue reading
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Ah, COVID…
Very odd week. After managing to dodge the bullet the last two years I finally got laid out by COVID-19 at my summer job. I thought I had a cold, seemed to get better after taking a day and a half off of work, WENT BACK to work (I feel terrible about this), all the… Continue reading
About Me
poet, diarist, writer, teacher, woman, fragile, strong, northern life is my domicile, my barbaric yawp exudes against the tide