Category: NaPoWriMo2024

  • migrainethe fog binds medrags down my eyelidsmuffles my fingersrobs me of the joyof this last day-rjm

  • how to existlet grief become the center / allow the wild of your living to emerge at grief’s edges / breathe into the creeping things that come / water the ground with your tears —(you will find the earth holding your grief to be fertile)soon you will look out the window of your life /…