for my mom
(2014)
My mom is not dead, this was a writing prompt from a workshop I went to. It was great practice. I encourage you to try it: write a haiku about what you would say to a loved one while they are on their death bed.
center “I’m just gonna play what I wanna… cause it feels good to do that.” Funk yeah, Beth! Funk yeah!
Your expressions flow down in a wa… Curiosity & apathy, love & hate; this existence of ours has the cap… and the ability to devastate. Extreme sensitivity is an indigo c…
My breath was in my mind Focus on breathing Quickly leads to thinking Hot fire Over-stimuli
Trees: If they didn’t exist, neither woul… This is the truth I want logging… I understand they need money to fe… but what good will money do us if…
Don’t trust the vision. It’s tainted with haves and have-n… possibilities lost with the percep… current reality obscured by lookin… the present moment thrown away
She died and they viewed it as a t… Salvation was not hers. The real tragedy is their judgment as it limits them from seeing the life she lived;
It feels like I’ve lived a lifeti… in a week. and this isn’t the first time. Time won’t stop to let me reconcile experience into being.
There’s so much to learn and so many teachers. This life is a never-ending equati… on the chalkboard of time. I am grateful for each and every e…
Having my physical needs & wants c… Satisfying my modern human, even s… Give me my weed, coffee, music, an… I give you precious gems in the fo… There is no pride in this realizat…
I write because my head gets cramm… Then I continue to write because… Where is all this coming from? What more is there? What happens when I stop taking t…
Potential is not lived up to when… Loneliness is less-experienced whe… Tolerance is Lover when ignorance… Patience is Mother when suffering…
Why can’t we be human together? Because unchecked assumptions Because prejudice Because colonialism Because white supremacy
Goddess: I’ve admired you from afar; intrigued by what my eyes see and how my heart feels.
Going further for longer periods o… —cheating perfection by allowing expectation to fall along the shores of suppos… a territory whose waters enslave r…
Into the storm, treading me or the storm? Footsteps slow and hesitant. Trembling veins. Muscles and Brain