Day 15 looking backwards in the bathroom mirror trying to see the part of me I cannot see a photograph blurred three bulbs gone leaving just enough for hair brushing and nothing more night has wrapped itself around the building the last light of the sun long gone no one awake that I can ask…

Day14 I am aware of this journey of skinits curves and rollsin right places in wronghow other eyes defineddiscouraged filled cups of distainto sustain methrough the years I am aware of this journey of skin of not being enough to satisfy or qualify lovehow that borecraters within methat no amount of tearscould fill I am…

Day 13 I didn’t ask you for proof of life no song no heartbeat no smile no touch nothing I asked for nothing and in that moment you gave it to me a cup of dust the wind caught it at the end I held an empty cup never to fill again I didn’t ask…

Day 12 I sit on the shore a stone among stones shaped by the water coming and going the sun sets and rises the moon rises and sets the horizon a thread between them ~ #poetry #napowrimo2019

Day 11 time held its breath today and I was lost in between somewhere beyond the ragged edge of being not watching barely still in my skin while I struggled to find the surface the universe became bigger a photograph formed to show an ancient past outside of what was known only moments before as…

Day 10 a little strength the expense of truth empty the well some other way a thousand petty hardships helps someone else’s pain so do something worthwhile play for all the wrong reasons move on live no one else can prepare you dream without forgetting lean towards sunlight #poetry #napowrimo2019

Day 9 making space for myself carving it out of the stone walls I build around myself out of protection out of love water wearing tears on granite on rose quartz on sand curled along layers woven into the skin making space for my soul it has grown beyond the house travelling like summer on…

Day 8 close but still kinda far orbiting for a decade longer stars shift in the sky each new season we are touchstones in the night finding a way to reach out when it becomes too hard to breathe live without because we live within like the sun passing the moon at dawn ~ #napowrimo2019…

Day 7 The moon is heavy Frost glass orb Balanced in the darkness In my palm I saw my heart there Through the window Reflected in the soft glow Not quite as whole I pulled the blankets closer Against the chill Closed tired eyes Invited sleep To come join me If it would One more…

Day 6 vigilant watchman at the corner the street bare in all directions spared by the morning sun a stray wanders crisscrossing through the shadows windows still closed to the night air or the warm spring breeze after a long winter she sits in the ray where the walls meet face turned towards the light…

Day 5 Sitting in semi-darknessWhile they sleepIntravenous drips‘It is cold going into my hand”Yes and the needle will leave a bruiseTomorrowBeyond the door People come and goWith their sickness and painI chat with the nurse While she finished with the lineStories of past visits Other patients who had Unique accidentsHumour draped in absurdSometimes you have…

Day 4 I read the long shadowshere as I bathe in the deep forest airlike cards spread outalong fallen trees and soft mosswhat does the spring breezecarry to meas the sun plays in the canopy?a message of hope?of love?of healing?a warning?the ants do not carebusying themselveswith their workwalking well traveled pathwaysthe fish do not carebusying…