poetry, published, preparing to fly

Preparing for take off blog family! Running running running... and writing... writing writing. A poem of mine was featured today HERE blowing dandelion petals with crossed fingers Grateful today. A butterfly stomach. Hot skin crackle pops beneath my sweater. Summoning fortune by forgetting luck. Oozing sensation of so much better. He’s scented with autumn and rainy days. Ideas of his eyes send my hands lower. His name. A dream alive. The place...

departing from eyes (no longer recognised)

You know those tracks that you put on repeat for days at a time? I came across a new favorite recently. It comes from the incredibly talented Joseph Quintela. The name of the track that I can't seem to take off repeat is The longest distance Amongst the packing, leaving, meditating, up and downing I've been carrying out to these sounds and words over the weekend... I've written a lot of pieces that define my current state. They're the ones that...

cold feet

My feet were shaking, I mean – maybe they were cold? Because my hands felt different too, like they were (softer) so cold. I tapped my heel to jazz to warm them up. Tapping to (instruments) – acoustic guitar and saxophone. Certainly, I always shook around him. Even in my stomach. Places where it’s meant to be – (warm). Tap tap tap. Cold feet. You know when you (change the music) suddenly start to sway – no More like… (pop.) To a...

turning up…

turning up I am not anyone’s cohabitant. Or some category definition. You forgot crack is a result of bend. Knowledgeable of what can’t be undone. Exposing my side of invisible. When pain transitions to laughter. Over. Walking away with a glass that’s half full. The worst part about it is you concur. Heartbeats stopped. Dropped. Kicked across cold floor tiles. And I heard my own voice for the first time. Without concern over passing your...

on a scale of one to no idea…

I have no idea what's occurring at the moment blog family. More action's been happening for me to keep track of. Over the past few weeks I've been handed pouches of herbs for protection; booked various airfares that hopefully one day land somewhere to suit; and have found myself jobless once again which is partially because I have no idea what part of the world my actual residence is at the moment and partially because as much as I can go in and...
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