Writing

Your Life Like Unspun Wool

# HOME LOSS CHANGE You might say that your life feelslike unspun woolright now. Matted and coarseon the surfacefrom where the creature that gave it formsweated and laboredand rolled in the dirtand got caughton brambles and thorns. It smells alive, your life, of bloodsweat tearsmilkshit.Each smell itself rugged,not pleasing.But all swirled together,one sweeter, earthy scent … Continue reading Your Life Like Unspun Wool

ALONE. TOGETHER.

# HOME LOSS CHANGE That’s the public service announcement. Social. Distancing. A contradiction in terms that now makes sense. The most caring thing we can do  is leave each other alone. Doctors are not optimistic that it will last. Six months into the pandemic, even those that did care about others’ safety (shockingly, in this … Continue reading ALONE. TOGETHER.

Give me your visions

# HOME LOSS CHANGE I wrote this poem a couple months ago, in COVID quarantine in Nepal. Paradoxically, when I had the fewest options, the least freedom of movement, the greatest disappointment for the dreams that couldn’t come true – it ignited a fierce energy in me to focus on my long-term visions all the … Continue reading Give me your visions