“I took at the time, a memorandum of my several senses, and also of my hat and coat, and my best shoes – but it was lost in a melee, and I’m out with lanterns looking for myself.” Emily Dickinson I want to find myself, my 5 year old self said. Why don’t you go…
Category: Instapoetry
Sometimes, when a coherent snippet of my soul’s conversation with God echoes loudly in my head, I write it down here.
I didn’t fall out of love
I didn’t fall out of love. Not with you. It wasn’t sudden. It happened one cruel word at a time. One cold gesture at a time. One unkindness at a time. One exclusion at a time. One piece of mean “sarcasm” at a time. One lie at a time. One day… at a time. It…
A Deathless Death
I am sitting in bed alone. I am agitated. Words have been spilling out of my mind and spilling all over everything inside my head all day. A long, hot shower usually quiets them. Not today. I had no heart for a long shower. Still, by the time I come out of there, I had…
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“my heart woke me crying last night how can i help i begged my heart said write the book” Rupi Kaur Lately, my urge to write has returned with the force of a waterfall. A waterfall of words rushing over each other in my brain. Rushing to arrange themselves. Demanding to be written. Demanding to…
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