Tag: life
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A pansy grew
from a green pot I’d filled with lily bulbs last summer A pansy grew In brown soil, rich with holes of desperate squirrels A pansy grew in late November after weeks of soft frost and no running water A pansy grew her center a violet butterfly her wings petaled white A pansy grew and I knew I’d keep growing…
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the Bee
All afternoon I listened to the bumble bee buzz, this is what they told me: “Listen Button, when I tell you they were drunk, I don’t mean beer-with-lunch-cocktail-hour-wine drunk, I mean speech-slurring-bodies-weaving-fall-down-and-leave-me-here drunk, I mean stinkin’ drunk. Picture a massive swarm of us all liquored up, gallons of that post-rain-elixing good stuff pumpin through our veins, oooh weee! Liquored up and heading to the hive, bumping into everything but each other- that was them…
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the Hallway
*CONTENT WARNING* this writing contains the authors experience with suicidal ideation & mental health- reader take care- The first time I considered suicide was the Fall of 2004. I was 23. I didn’t know about Adoptee Remembrance Day (October 30th), Adoption Awareness Month (est. November,1993) or Foster Care Awareness Month (est. May,1988). My “best friend” at…
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Presence
Today I walked and walked and walked all the same sidewalks and neighborly streets I usually do and somehow I knew I would not find a heart stuck in or on the pavement a perfect shadow of light, the perfect pink petal of a flimsy cosmo “not today” something told me and I knew it…
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Verticalities
If the truth stands and the secret dies Why am I still lying on the kitchen floor Of someone else’s heart? Where is my heart? What does it have to say? About me, I mean. Why am I still unable to say the word ‘Mother’ without explaining it? Without experiencing that charge around my…
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new moons
everywhere I look someone is trying to convince me of the moon- of her dark of her new of her wax of her wane -trying to convince me she wouldn’t be 7.8% full of herself if her Earth were empty still. Am I too just a head of swaying sunflowers beside a fastly driven road? Full…
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Dear Button,
All day I listened to the Blue Jay squawk and this is what they told me- “It’s okay, you’re okay. even when it feels like you aren’t, you are- We’ve got you, Your army of Angels your Chickadees and Blue Jays, your Mourning Doves. We were there when you took your first gurgled breath, and…
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To be certain,
let me first spend some of each day, some of each breath looking after what is true- the purple star flower of a flax seed true Sun Golds like Easter eggs on a late August vine true the squinty red bloom of a Desert Rose true an Archipelago of clouds in a great blue sky (like…
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The Delight Song of Stephanie Marie Santos*
I am the spine in a body called Stephanie I am the blood that beats her 4 chambers of heart and that one lonely hallway I am the untrellised veins how they spider and fill her frame I am skin each pimple and pock each pore and sensation moves through me I am the breath in her lungs (of course I am) but so, too am I the wonder of each finger and all ten of her toes; how a body can make a digit soft with its beds full of nail I am the waters of her womb: where her babies turned their first somersaults and all her…
santos scribes 