distilled. (a poem)

distilled.faces flashed by.warp speedslowed byyour eyes, my eyes.I caught thema butterflywings flutteringsoftly against my hand.Wide openyou gulpeda world full ofbrackish waterThrough the opened lidseverything floodedan ocean in yourone entire drop of self.But you laughed.because beauty ofasymmetryis this...that by swallowingthe oceanyou can losethe dropand all youever wantedwas to bea very lost drop.distilled.

Neruda; the flowers.

I have had a little obsession lately that has sprung up in my bones. It's really been waiting for me for years, ever since I saw the first line in a Neruda poem. I don't remember what that first line was. I do remember the feeling, though. "Oh, hello. It's so wonderful to see you again." …

So here’s the dealio, Stealio… aka the New Year’s/Year End post

[Disclaimer: the second half of this post includes GIFs!!!!] I don't choose words for the year. Okay. Well sometimes I do. But the last time that happened was in 2007 and my word was "hope." Interesting word for a year that was the worst of my life. I suppose it was fitting because I needed …

Reconciling

Many of us seem to have some strain when it comes to relating to our families. The strain can be especially poignant around the holidays, where interacting with family is expected; if not from our families themselves, then from other well-meaning (or not so well-meaning) friends. This was certainly true for me this year. Going …