Tag: Recovery
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left behind: a poem
not just debris
from the storm
fallen twigs and
forgotten string
small dwelling
for growing
found the ground
from its
sky-kissed perch
oh, to scoop it up
to hold this proof
to dampen the structure
with saltwater tears
We are luckily safe after Fridays’ storms but there is damage throughout town. 
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promises
you could say
hi pretty girl
and i would look for who
you’re speaking to
certainly not this rib cage
playing the song of
hollow bones
buried
too much flesh
bulging
fabric too tight
all wrong
she’ll tell herself
i’m all wrong
w a i t
for words of kindness
they do not come until
aged hands from
older me
grasp my tiny fingers
whispers triumphantly
“you are not all wrong
you are everything
you are wonderful
wonderful”
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will you accept this payment
tended the garden of this mind
brains weren’t extraordinary
I cling to the title:
gifted
press the label onto my shirt
hand lingers above my breast
delusion
the tag tied round my toe in the morgue
it’s all I ever was…until, you know
I wasn‘t
plummeting grades, marks don’t matter
blackout nights, herded by strangers
bra stuffed with money
and tear-stained fights
this body became
the sacrifice;
payment on the altar of
expectation
color me surprised
you roll your eyes
not impressed
tell me this
is it enough yet?
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Attention is magic: the leaf portal
I’m sharing my writing in a new space on ig, attentionismagic. But I’ll also be sharing here and on substack. 
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Creative play session
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The tarot diaries: ace of pentacles
My collage for the ace of pentacles 
this week’s edition of The Tarot Diaries is now available. We’re talking about the ace of pentacles, how the hand is offering you the pentacle just as Morpheus offered Neo the red pill out of the matrix, about analog practice, about cooking and the moments that make sobriety and presence worth it.
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The Tarot Diaries: the moon
I will be linking the newsletter archive here to avoid having to publish both places. No subscription is required, but it’s always appreciated!
The Tarot Diaries, my 78-week project has had me delving deeper than I anticipated, much faster than expected. In today’s post I share about self-identity, the myth of Narcissus, the cloudy depths of the subconscious, dealing with the throes of sobriety and memory loss. Trigger warnings are listed at the beginning of the essay. It’s a vulnerable one folks.
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I always feel better after collage
Float back on the wind
Into the western sky.
Starmoth Press 