I watch you dart past,a lemon blur,your swimsuit two crisp lines on your small frame,delight, swaddled in laughter,ricochets off each pine tree,hangs in the air I caught sight of the memory,a lemon blur,pulled it down from the skywith my butterfly net,swaddled it intothe small of my heart
here I am, a body of memories: the feet of a walker, coarse and flattened, thousands of miles have I roamed. feet that carried the weight of fluctuations between body love and body shame. ankles that were cursedly passed on thick and boney, yet never failing. calves that connect to the worst joint of this …
something from the summer I want to remember would be the mornings at the cottage, each one filled with anticipation, a sense of possibility, those butterflies I have missed in this ‘unprecedented time’ possibility, anticipatory joy those beautiful feelings have left the dance floor they no longer tango through my mind, or swing by to …
thanks to Firefly Creative Writing for two weeks of bringing me to the page at their morning coffee sessions it’s spring, so I want to touch nature I want to walk on aged pathways head through fields earth untrodden places I’ve never seen high in the mountains down in the meadows it’s spring, so I …
