Instead of this graveyard of drafts I’m accumulating, I can go and tend to them, nourish the garden of my hard work, and revive them into newness.
Tag Archives: personal
Time Between Waves
There is time between waves of excruciating pain where I’m relaxed, even peaceful, because the waves have just turned into trickles and it’s more manageable.
An Update from the Sickbed + Poems
The end of summer is making sure I feel it.
2 Poems: Little Brother & Little Brother, Gone
little brother,
keep dancing
little brother,
breathe
I’m Re-Watching “Jem” As An Adult Part I
There’s no better time than a lockdown to rediscover your love for an old cartoon you watched as a child.
We’re Learning That Time Is Making Us Miserable
Why keep ourselves so constricted to something as meaningless as a clock right now?
