The flowers are coming up. Spring is here. The skies are both less and more temperamental. I’ve been busy in a strange way, so many writing projects I forget, sometimes, whether I’m coming or going, lots of works-in-progress but nothing finished, feeling as though I don’t exist, trying to be patient. I thought I would … Continue reading I eat naivety for breakfast
spring
the melancholy season of the flowers
Today was warm and filled with blustery light, and the clouds were racing as though late for the future, and it made a drumroll in my heart. Anticipation is building in me. Springtime! As though that is what we have been working towards, all these years. I search and toil and fret and wait and … Continue reading the melancholy season of the flowers
Hermitism, youth, and the goddess of decomposition.
It is springtime, I have springtime insomnia. I become furiously excited and then, it rains, and I wilt, and my excitement turns to cold fear, and I lay in bed and pick apart my brain, wondering what I am doing wrong and how I can fix it. This afternoon, while standing over the sink in … Continue reading Hermitism, youth, and the goddess of decomposition.
spreeeeeng!
Portland winter is the challenge, portland summer is the reward. I forget how much the sun fucking means to me. It's so weird, to take something for granted like that, to not even know how much you miss it, to have it siphoned away in increments so that you don't even know what it is … Continue reading spreeeeeng!
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