Tag: poets of wp
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VLOG | January 14 2022
I thought I’d try filming a little vlog since I haven’t posted much on here lately. I want to start doing it more often again – I feel better when I do. Today is the next day & I am feeling a little bit garbage (sore throat, coughing getting worse, sinus shit, chest congestion) so […]
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A Year In Books [2021]
JAUARY A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman The Guest List by Lucy Foley The History of Love by Nicole Krauss People Like Her by Ellery Lloyd What Alice Forgot by Liane Moriarty
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It’s Been A While – So Here Are Some Little Updates
The blog post I was talking about in the video can be found here. For the art journal, I am using The Mad Woman’s Underclothes by Germaine Greer because a blank new book felt like it would be too intimidating & I wasn’t (in reality) going to ever actually read that book. As for the […]
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Flower Child
I saw a flower on a tree branch while sitting on the fire escape and for a moment I thought it was a baby’s balled fist. I notice children, pregnant women, everywhere. Not because I want a child of my own but becauseI am so afraid of, someday, my person changing his mind about not wanting […]
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The Second Love
I want to be okay, I’m not even asking for good. That was the goal for this next chapter. I wrote it down but being is painful. I know some days it will be, others less. I’ve accepted this much – and yet there are some things I cannot yet accept. I wish for a […]
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African painted dogs eat a child in my hometown
I ask for directions a handful of times. “How do I get to the woods?” “Where to?” They ask, and I am not sure anymore. A four year old boy is eaten by the African Painted Dogs in my hometown zoo after falling into the enclosure. His mother lifted him onto the fence to see […]
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To Do List
Put away the laundry: collect all of the empty hangers, be sure to feel a bit of resentment and a bit of pleasure while you do it, because it gives you a purpose. Be sure to feel resentful of the pleasure, because your life has amounted to this – because you thought you’d be more […]
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Forest bathing
I had forgotten, since it had been so long, how the woods can fill me back up with myself, somehow. I had forgotten how much I need to be in nature, how it can heal me just to walk within it, along a dirt path — away from cars, buildings, other people — sometimes. I […]
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How To Be
I’ve just placed black stones on each window sill & over the front & back doors for protection. Anxiety is an intruder, anxiety takes the shape of an intruder. I’m burning sage to ward off the negative spirits I’ve never encountered but that just might be here. I’m brewing rose buds & lavender oil on […]
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How Sad, How Beautiful
My world ended when you told me you would come back to Saint Louis then changed your mind. I was already looking at apartments for us — how sad and how beautiful. I trashed my apartment. My world ended when you told me I was too much for you, too much for your family — […]
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The Trouble Is How To Live
in a female body in a worldwhere male is the default,where man is who you aremeasured up by, pressed to,grinding against. The trouble is how to existin a body of curved languagein a world of lines,how to flow and feel and crawl,as the body yearns to do. The trouble is how to existas bilingual without […]
