All of these words reveal what is wordless.
On this Winter Solstice Eve, Which me should I go dark to see? My past me’s pain and hopes and dreams? Tomorrow’s me who’s light yet beams? Warmed by my cedar smudge stick’s blaze I’ll set my sights on me and gaze. Past me now thank those chapters dark For growth through sorrow, truths cold… Continue reading Winter Solstice
The Sun kept finding me Even though I kept moving away from her. So I stopped and fell back To give my skin extra time in Darkness. And Darkness was happy to oblige. She slowly extended her long, soft arms toward me. In her hands was a blanket made of winter wool. Scratchy and warm.… Continue reading Falling Back
If I could travel back in time to the winter playground of my youth, alone with my crystalized tears and my snowflake thoughts and my too-tight coat that failed to keep me zipped up against your icicle jabs, I would not change that moment. I took your icicles and hung them from my tree. Turned… Continue reading Winter 1985
There’s this cool moment when the corn stalks first appear, about 40 miles south of Chicago on I-55. This is a breathing moment for me. The skyscrapers shrink small in my rearview before finally evaporating into the ether. Big breath. It’s not that I can’t find my breath in the city. After 20+ years of… Continue reading Unboxed.
Serendipity. The word pulled from my box of Kickstart Creativity cards this morning. My veins have been in desperate need of an IV drip of kickstart these days. Who am I kidding? Months. These dark, bleak, winter-in-the-Midwest months. This icy time of year when every day I consult my watch to see how much longer… Continue reading Serendipity
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