of self love, vulnerability, and of course, donkeys
It's 11:30PM and I'm driving along I-45 north, coming out of Houston, Texas proper. It's been a long time since I've made a trip down to where I grew up, to the Heights specifically where I lived for a beat in my mid-twenties. I lived in a garage that had been turned into an upstairs... Continue Reading →
I’m luckyTo step out into trees.Both doors whichOpen my houseSet courseAn explore throughThick, humid woods. I’m luckyTo provide for an arrayOf living things whichSurround my home.I wonder, do theyThink of me as much asI, them? I’m luckyTo be seen byDonkeys and birds and dogsBut also to not be seenAs I wander deeperInto the forest (although,I... Continue Reading →
I'm standing on the back patio, cool wind brushing over my skin. It's rare to feel an April chill down here in Texas and yet, here I am wishing I'd worn a light jacket. Above me, a green basket hangs with bright, pink impatiens spilling over the edges of it; sprinkles of shedded pedals flickering... Continue Reading →
You're tough, my girl, I've seen your fight--- Fire deep in your gut, Dormant and dark until SNAP! Your fury bursts in Colorful flames, a terrifying Murder of crows searing high Into the gray and scattering Clouds. But when your strength Seems lost, my dear, when The void is all you feel, Rest your sweet... Continue Reading →
The sun’s just come up on an already warm Monday morning, although it’s not been up long enough to burn the dew off of the un-mowed grass that’s slopping against my rubber boots. I’ve got the remainder of a roll of gauze in my hand, a disinfectant spray, and a small, black boot that was... Continue Reading →
A Donkumentary 