poetryisnotjustforgirls:

I never take photos of myself. I want to take some so I can look back and remember. 
Today I imagine a future where I am happy and on valentine’s day he hands me a book of Anne Sexton’s poems. Today is more a gesture of a day than a real day. Today. 


Okay, am doing as you say Tahlia two years ago- looking back and remembering.How very very very different things are.  

poetryisnotjustforgirls:

I never take photos of myself. I want to take some so I can look back and remember.

Today I imagine a future where I am happy and on valentine’s day he hands me a book of Anne Sexton’s poems. Today is more a gesture of a day than a real day. Today. 


Okay, am doing as you say Tahlia two years ago- looking back and remembering.
How very very very different things are.  

poetryisnotjustforgirls:

The forehead marking: Ash Wednesday,
 I think
.
Will never know for sure. Oh, weeping woman.
 I love the way you live like a parasite.
 Alive in my bile.
 You have so many colours
 Now you are electrified.  

Weeping Woman II

I go to see her;My own particular friend,


Who has become a pilgrimage.And I know I will visit youOn ten monumental occasions.
I feel my spirit was caught in youAnd I am rediscovering an age old secret.
I will kneel before you somedayWhen I have the guts-Not today.
Weeping Woman, you are a gift to my heart.No- you are my heart.
and each time I visit I find you different. I am inundatedI have been enlisted with the sistersWho carry sob sodden hearts Pinned to our chests.Do not interrupt meNow I have my self set on a course with youMy southern starMy shining guide
I was so preoccupied with your forehead I ignored the nose,the slick mucus sheenand the dissolve of body and of composure
in the world of griefthe atmosphereor stratospherethe world beyond the world
where I shall live when they come to collect me 
Where I have always lived If you are not bothered by stone factsby check list thingsby signed verification



if you feel before you see. 

 

poetryisnotjustforgirls:

The forehead marking:
Ash Wednesday,

I think
.

Will never know for sure.

Oh, weeping woman.

I love the way you live
like a parasite.

Alive in my bile.

You have so many colours

Now you are electrified.  

Weeping Woman II

I go to see her;
My own particular friend,

Who has become a pilgrimage.
And I know I will visit you
On ten monumental occasions.

I feel my spirit was caught in you
And I am rediscovering 
an age old secret.

I will kneel before you someday
When I have the guts-
Not today.

Weeping Woman, you are a gift to my heart.
No- you are my heart.

and each time I visit I find you different. 

I am inundated
I have been enlisted with the sisters
Who carry sob sodden hearts 
Pinned to our chests.

Do not interrupt me
Now I have my self set on a course with you
My southern star
My shining guide

I was so preoccupied with your forehead 
I ignored the nose,
the slick mucus sheen
and the dissolve of body and of composure

in the world of grief
the atmosphere
or stratosphere
the world beyond the world

where I shall live 
when they come to collect me 

Where I have always lived 
If you are not bothered by stone facts
by check list things
by signed verification

if you feel before you see. 

 
my wicked lentil salad2 cups of lentils1/4 cup chopped walnuts  1/2 cup of spinach1 tomato diced1 red onion diced
Vinaigrette:1/4 cup olive oil(just under) 1/4 cup vinegar 1 tbsp honey1 tbsp dijon mustard1 tsp cayenne pepper1 tsp cinnamon
Happy New Year! 

my wicked lentil salad

2 cups of lentils
1/4 cup chopped walnuts  
1/2 cup of spinach
1 tomato diced
1 red onion diced

Vinaigrette:
1/4 cup olive oil
(just under) 1/4 cup vinegar 
1 tbsp honey
1 tbsp dijon mustard
1 tsp cayenne pepper
1 tsp cinnamon

Happy New Year!