July 2012
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Anonymous asked: are you going to bloomfest in la next saturday? i wanted to ask you when i ordered my lightly sweetened black tea this morning, but you disappeared like my finicky cat. i checked under all the tables and behind all the furniture too. but no luck.
May 2012
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And two more, and I'm done.
I believe this one is called “Dear Heather”
“Dear Heather, I know you’re tired of weathering storms. Tired of storms altogether, tired of weather. Your cross of a body at once famine-light and lead heavy. Those alchemists always trying to turn lead into gold never met you. Had no idea how a heart can rise up and float to the surface without displacing a drop of water. How...
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More Marty Mcconell
Another favorite that is simple and empowering. I have written this poem on paper to carry with me in pockets as a reminder that will always be part of me. I can hold it between my fingers and know that it’s real. This poem IS my talisman.
Survival poem #17
“Because this is what you do. Get up. Blame the liquor for the heaviness. Call in late to work. Go to the couch because the...
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Frida Kahlo to Marty Mcconell
A friend shared this poem today, and it just resonated within me. Marty Mcconell’s poetry is honest and not all dressed up in fancy words and prose. Simple words that mean everything.
“Leaving is not enough; you must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub...
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April 2012
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March 2012
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Anonymous asked: How do you pick yourself up after your hrart's been broken?
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Anonymous asked: because your hair looks like a unicorn's tail. i want to live in it and meet whimsical hair creatures, who can teach me life lessons like in the divine comedy. hopefully, without the aggro medieval christian theme, but more secular like the cosby show.
Anonymous asked: i love you
regretably asked: Hi
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I say you are a blessing, a dearling, the brightness in a foggy life.
– John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent (via hellyesjohnsteinbeck)