Tonight at 10:29 on the east coast is the Autumnal Equinox. Light and dark are equivalent. I am here on the East Coast, honoring my bounty with wide open eyes. The wind blows here in Pennsylvania with a giant sweep like the angels have a push-broom going shhooshhh shoooshhhh shooooshhh because…
New Moon: She takes up pen, again.
It’s been a million days of this I think, and as I write such words I see the gray slant of my ceiling in the morning, the days leading up to, but especially following, Aunt Mary’s death. Grief, which sits like a bone in the air. Its smooth, cold, calcium-yearning. Always there, blocking the place…
Mad-eyed September Tribe
Something about September– There’s something about September, that’s what’s in my head, in my body, what my experience is saying to me. But wait Kel, it’s not September, it’s October, the second week in fact, so really that waft of sensual that grabs me from behind and muscles the back of my legs, that…
New Moon of October, and Jesus, etc
There was a full orchestra in my head when I woke up. String sections of notes that part of me was still dreaming on, a dancy grin in my chest and my eyes still closed and me off out of my body somewhere, traipsing on song chords just out of reach and above my pillow….
Not just real Rather A whole other Way To see