Listening to my own advice

" I always put myself out there, I don't think there is any avoiding it. Well, if you want it to mean something"

Dabbles and Dots

But you were saying, I was saying
together we stutter toward a stab at the everafter
and still this treaty between us shatters

the swallow's leaf-rot nesting sours the breeze
Aphids lace the startled iceplants with spit

Even those cool midday shadows wouldn't correct our dreams
were we to sleep, and so the thinking, at this moment
is of stalling whatever's next


what's going to need to happen here, people, is either we let that noise at last lull every ambition to ruin, or we rise up and reach for the keys and get out

A ribbon on my finger

normal is bad.

no
no
no

or


mal
mal
mal

” It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose
someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don’t get over it
because “it” is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new
people, but the gap never loses. How could it? The particularness of
someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by
death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can
fit it. Why would I want them to?”

— Jeanette Winterson

It's so easy to project yourself onto water.
It's violence, calmness, changeableness are mine, or yours.
I can't seperate its moods from my own.
But then I don't really beleve they're seperate anyway.

NY