I have been spending my time looking for patches of sunlight to spend my time. When I find them I settle in and smile when the warmth kisses my cheek. I have been doing so well.
Do you feel me here like I feel the friendly damp of east meadow?
I dread the changing of the season. Maybe it will surprise me with sweetness. Winter is the antithesis of the things that make up my skin, but light from new friends has already warmed me from the inside out.
lazy phrases and easy sounds come most readily while I am walking at dusk. languid stream-of-poetic(?)-consciousness solidifies into a frenzy and I pull out my little notebook. light prickles my skin and gets the blood rushing from mind through pen and onto paper. lines are edited as they are written, because after I have tuckedContinue reading “a process”