honeydunce

pretty much stuck with my heart sticking out.

Category: chronic pain

bolt

I make a fist because I can. I stay up late, or I go to bed early. I climb the hill with wheels in the middle of the road, standing up out of the seat, bike tracing the double yellow past houses trees construction traffic bus and shrub. I get lost in my body’s ability […]

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28.
lavandula spica
lavender
There is no hitting bottom when
your condition comes with spoons
and keeps on digging.

29.
cheiranthus cheiri
wall-flower
why not right there–off the wall,
wet.
smile tied with
a lip’s width of seaweed sent
to my lover’s pocket,
slipped
between quadriceps.
oh. i definitely dance.

30.
rose lutea
yellow rose
before you left for good
i came to visit
and tore the yellow roses
from your mother’s yard,
earth coming with me
roots coming with […]

18.

today’s poem? haiku.
Chasmatophyllum
tiger’s jaws
purr like power lines
rip the limbs for a living
build a wall of bones

16.

Muscari
baby’s breath
The big one,
side of the road with
engine still idling
head to wheel
slightly vibrating
as I let it go–
the third, the second, the last.
No phone call
no traffic
not a cloud in the sky.
I stop waiting for the words
mid-June,
premature heat wave sticking
curls to forehead–
the fist in my gravity unfurls.
I forgive
one bent, archaic stem
at a time
the process gains years but
eventually
is […]

poem of the day will have to wait as i deal with a migraine. retreating to take care of myself.

Another rough start to another work week. The Monday migraine unfolded its toxic limbs into Tuesday. On Wednesday, the monster dragged itself away leaving behind dizzy spells–they felt like the ocean residing from shore. My description of “feel” never quite makes the sense I need it to: yesterday I felt like a face without features, […]

Sometimes I feel conflicted when it comes to this space and sharing. I’ve been journaling online since 1999(journaling longhand since gosh knows when, but I’ve never been extremely consistent). Plus the act of writing new poems can be a bit of life dictation. I’ve gone through moments of considerable self-exposure as well as moments of […]

decongestion.

tree in frick park
Being sick for the past 2 weeks does, in fact, have its advantages. Very very tiny, strange advantages but there they are nonetheless. One is a change of perspective. Exhaustion and congestion ruled my days so I had no choice but to take it down about two or three or five notches. […]

I’ve been keeping a photo-journal of my migraines for a couple years now. It is one of those private things. It is a catalogue of erratic–some migraines simply do not allow for the time it takes to snap a shot, even if it only takes a moment. A lot of episodes are missed. Most of […]

a rock in the sea.

I started going to acupuncture a few weeks ago. I’m still new to it, only a few sessions under my belt. After my first session, I walked out of there feeling more relaxed than I have in years. Since I can actively remember. The feeling lasted for a few days. A little taste of normalcy. […]