this is transference interchangeable. Me, you and them vice versa. is it a teaching exercise for my heart? a practice run for loss. when did it happen: that this fear of letting go possessed my heart. this strength is a blessing, yet a curse: harboring the released emotions when they should be free.More
Writing exercises in poetry, fiction, and experiments to unlodge writer’s block, too.
sick to my stomach, it’s all there in black, in white all those early signs. The Natural Cat lists them all. I should have known. but how could I know? that weight loss mixed with lethargy, vomiting and digestive upsets. Foamy yellow bile and lightly colored stool. That the random pee sprays were anything but. mood […]More
for all intent purposes, I should be asleep. its half-past one on Thursday morning, the third to last day of the month: an early morning meeting 8 hours away. and this day of days is not over yet. Tigger has not eaten; nor drank water; choosing to rest, sleep. he is my monster 6 lbs […]More
Melancholy, a state of mind yes. A state of grace? Hardly. It is the in between resting spot when change is imminent, acceptance met with resistance. Letting go has always been a challenge. I see warning signs and rather than acquiesce I question: philosophically pondering the end of the beginning of things, swallowing burnt pitchforks […]More
misplaced, forgotten sometimes that’s how I feel. As if i’m missing me and where I’m supposed to be, right here right now. me. Today the sun shone down, caught me off guard. On this day my mind’s drifting along, unaware. Suddenly shaken awake, forced to see: I’m floating in space. One moment disrupts my oblivion, […]More