transitioning blogs.

refurbishing this space. thanks, luv.

[catherinesmicrophone]

and as the weather turns sour each year i find my body curling in on itself like yesterday’s paper burning up to fuel that sweet, sweet fire. and i find my toes sticking through old knitted socks, and i find myself kissing new faces. oh, the sweet with the bitter, the moths and the red wine of it all. how i’ve come to embrace this deep, purple weather, and all that it brings within.

the rain is coming.  (via catherinesmicrophone)

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what a con artist, she is with her blues and her greens and her scorching hot reds. how am i to ever know what to expect for each time i walk within her there are new colours, and new smells. for each time i plant my feet in her soil, there is new music humming from those hills, and new inhabitants burrowing beneath her skin.  what a worldly jungle to live within. what a miracle to stand upon.

gaia (via catherinesmicrophone)

[catherinesmicrophone]

in the end, it took me six months to figure out a certain inalienable truth; i loved you, and you loved me- but we were not in love. we were not love. because love doesn’t have such an easy time walking away. love would miss itself. and i am finding it easy to say goodbye to beautiful, wonderful, glorious you.

but I am endlessly glad we met.  (via catherinesmicrophone)

[catherinesmicrophone]

there are pieces of me everywhere, these days. i am floating in the amazon river, the tip of a gator’s tongue- and i am aflame in the sahara desert, grain of sand, landing gently on the back of a camel. some days i fall violently to earth, reverberating outwards as i create rings where there was once smooth water, smashing into the cement of the manhattan bridge, crushed under the wheels of a tired mortal. there are no good days, and there are no bad days. but my favourite days, are the days when i am trapped in the gravitational pull of it all. way up in the atmosphere, endlessly, endlessly circling- you, and you, and you. circling all of it. i am the intangible, the all-seeing, and the last to be left when it all goes to flame.

will you find me?  (via catherinesmicrophone)

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i went on a walk in the woods last night on the brink of sundown and i had a conversation with her. “how did this happen?” the wind whistled and crooned, and the birch broke it’s back leaning down to whisper in my ear: “sweet child. i know no more than you. dear darling, it simply did.” and i buried my face in the moss and wept as the rain lapped up my tears the alder took me into her arms and the branches swayed above me the creek sang an elegy  and i didn’t have the answers i was looking for but for a moment, a brief moment, it was enough.

the bitter lament (via catherinesmicrophone)

[cdtransitionblog]

Hello all!

This used to be a blog from way back in 2013 about youtubers and tv shows. I’ve obviously grown out of that now, but I still use tumblr on the accounts @bigsillly and @catherinesmicrophone. The latter is my original poetry blog that I’m really proud of, and I would love if you would check it out and give it a follow.

Much love to you all- 

CD