AreMyFeetOffTheGround
Stories, poetry, narratives of true experience, and guests who have moved me.
The bones remember
A little boy of three who misplaced his mother. And, as he grew, a bird of shadow brought to him a terrible knowing. Aloneness and fear. How to bear? How to do? Who will care? Singleness incubates a strange and strong beauty, and the bones remember the learning. At marrow’s end they keep, in plasma, […]
MoreIs it okay?
Is it okay if we just sit by the TV until you find sleep (you’re always first) Is it okay that I lie in bed ’til lunch that I stack the dishwasher and hang the toilet paper the wrong way that I say how I really feel when asked that I want to read, rather […]
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Originally posted on elleguyence:
There is only the ocean; waves, tide, surf are simply parts of the whole. I used to build sandcastles close enough to seashore that they’d wash away, clean before I got attached. I manufactured moats drawbridges and gates spiral towers to hide treasures keeping intruders at bay. I never did need…
