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“It’s here in all the pieces of my shame that now I find myself again.” (Ranier Maria Rilke)

Little mouse

Just another silly poem living in my documents

session one

A bit of recent writing.

One More March Poem

(forgotten in my notes)

March Poems, 2 Years Ago

Unedited, unread, unpublished, unseen! Though I can't be sure who the she(s) was(were).

On Writing, 2 Years Ago

How have we changed? May 25th, 2020

Can We Be Friends? Chapter 11: One Year Later

That's the unbelievable thing about hearts; they move beyond us—our hangups and fears—often without our awareness, until we are so inevitably in love it feels like breathing. And we're finally in our bodies as who we always wanted to be, knowing with sweet certainty who we want to be with.

Can We Be Friends? Chapter 10: Sticky Fingers, Tangled Webs

In that moment, I wanted to tell this stranger everything; how I started the term so content, so sure, and had been slowly unwound by imaginary sexy scenarios and ideas of some impossibly perfect romance. How I wanted everyone, and no one, and how Jo made that all seem so normal, like you could be selfish with your love and your body, no matter the collateral cost.

Can We Be Friends? Chapter 9: The Journal, The Text

Everything is brighter today, like someone’s removed a filter; I can see the leaves changing and the mountains settling deeper into their posture of calm. How could I be scared of a world like this? But I smell smoke in the distance, and know that I am.