The sun does so much for my soul.

Holds me everywhere and I am a whole

for a moment, all the goodness of the world

is mine.

marina

we bonded over both wanting to be mothers

perhaps it is a silly thing given we are not yet mothers

will not be for sometime, may never become them

this morning I cut roots for my tea

orange and yellow, earthy

it soothes me to think there is something I can do to help myself

I wonder why there were no masters programs for writing or art 

why we continue to undervalue such things

why we perpetuate the idea that they are not successful by not giving them money

flicking on the stove for the tea to boil

thinking there may be a time when I no longer write words to music

let them spill out with only their own sounds to defend them

Do you think the band ending means the end of music for you? Claudia asked in the park

You said No immediately, but what meant you meant was: kind of, maybe.

this morning, reaching for a pen,

feeling the old familiar feeling

a poem growing inside of me, 

like a child.