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If you want to create

Go to the source.

brightlightsinsorrow

give me all of your blind poetics.

brightlightsinsorrow

Love is the main thing

the feeling you get when you’re not even four bars in to a song and you already know it’s going to break your heart (again and again)

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Eyes to Arbus skies

The rain drove into west windows shortly before dusk with enough clear sky slits in distance for cool citrus shades of sunset to shine through grey storm clouds (which hung like lumpy wet wool, heav(en)-ly suspended.)

It’s dark now; the wind gusts rattle my lungs and I’m waiting for you to rattle my bones.

#spilled poetry #spilled ink #micro poetry #micro poem #chiaroscuro #poems about light #sky #sunset

I set my life to ancient alarms of moons and cards of stars and sage

I clasp my hands soft over my eyes my tongue -- the work no need for page

The scarlet flame from candles fresh carved -- pebbles of jade an altar staged

a blossom crown in ritual bath I whisper in parts pretending the mage

-- for a new moon

#new poem #poem #poetry #witch poem #new moon poem

The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up

“I was not always like this,” is what I kept telling myself. This took years of use, years of practice.

You fit so me well until you could no longer. Until you didn’t. Until I realized that the fit was always just a little bit off. I have read about Kon Mari: One should keep things that spark joy. So instead I have learned to spark joy

for myself.

#short poem #kon mari #cleaning #spring cleaning #spring cleaning your life #poem about kon mari #poetry #poem #spilled ink #spilled poetry #does anyone even read this trite?#new poem

Sketch: A missed opportunity at the shore

It came rushing flooding crashing waves on an empty beach

standing, there was no one there to receive what nature was offering

#poetry sketch #new poem

You’ve really got a hold on me

"Bury me in Big Sur" The words escape my lips faster than I can comprehend their meaning

But what I meant to say is "Bring my body to where my soul met its fate"

It is not odd that the place where I feel most at home is the place where

I decided that I could no longer unlove myself. And did you stop for a minute to think that

it is not odd that the place where I feel most at ease is the place where

dead male writers made their pure pilgrimage? Mountains, sky, stars, and sea. Bury me under a redwood tree.

#new poem #poem #poetry #short poem #short poetry #poem about california #poem about big sur #always writing about big sur #what is it about that goddamn place #why is it in America #why is america fascist #poetry riot #spilled ink #spilled poetry #poem about finding yourself #poem about accepting yourself #take that Henry Miller #You too Kerouac #Just kidding I still love you both even if you were maybe kind of jerks

Novembrance

I've turned and have been tossed like leaves in autumn

Flame trees and red berry bushes swaying in the breeze

It calls to me, this time. I've chosen to drop.

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Thicker soles are needed

Your lingering presence digs at me Like this tiny pebble In my winter boot

But it is too cold to take it off To shake it out

And so you stay of me But not with me

Until I'm warm enough to shed my skins And empty you of me

#new poem #short poem #short poetry #poem #poetry #winter poem #poem about heartbreak #poem about letting go

Ghost Ranch

From the faraway, nearby You reach out to me Across time and space Across pueblo and plain.

Your bones echo in my mouth Bleached white in hot sun With heavy clouds on dark horizons.

A black hat and a line of marrow Twisted horn and dust. I breathe you in and rest.

#new poem

The Unlight

Not yet bright But overcast and grey The clouds of linens draped on our bed

let me not forget the way you looked curled up next to me darling, in the unlight.

#new poem #poem #poetry #short poem #short poetry #i want to go back to bed

Patti Smith’s Writers’ Hubris

I sit bundled with blanket black tea in hand

you read me as I read my book cat curled in lap

The M Train runs distant a piece of New York memory Like the 69th Regiment Armory:

heavy boots, road salt, dried laces.

I stand to face the mirror black jeans, woollen sweaters.

You weren't here yet. This was some time ago.

She drinks from her bowl — Arches in Moab — Brings me back home.

They're calling for snow and it will be a long winter.

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— catch my breath and hold it close to your chest in and out in and out bellies rise — to bring it closer. A gift that follows:

up and down up and down

— it flows.

#mindfulness poetry #mindfulness practice #new poem #short poem #short poetry #poems about breathing #poems about anxiety #throwaway poem #trash poem #gonna write away

Jane Doe

I’ve been telling myself to buck up but it does no good; Instead I am stunned and stuck : a dear in the headlights.

#new poem #short poem #short poetry #anxiety #anxiety poem #poems about anxiety #poetry riot

For a minute there.

How is it that I came to choose What is not of myself Over my parts unknown?

#short poem #short poetry #introspection #new poem

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