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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.

  • day 29/30

    how to exist let 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 / grief will be an obelisk in the distance / rising from the tangled vestige of your rewilded existence -rjm
    how to exist

    let 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 / grief will be an obelisk in the distance / rising from the tangled vestige of your rewilded existence

    -rjm

    prompt: “how to exist” from letsescapril with inspiration from lois tonkin’s concept of grief

  • day 28/30

    metamorphosis, or something like it i would look back every time because i already do; magnets cannot control polarity the river cannot resist the sea heavy clouds open their arms and let loose their cargo orpheus turned because the oceans turn to see the moon and are changed are changed are changed you are the moon i am the ocean i see you and i’m changed i’m changed i’m changed -rjm
    metamorphosis, or something like it
    i would look back every time
    because i already do;
    magnets cannot control polarity
    the river cannot resist the sea
    heavy clouds open their arms and let loose their cargo

    orpheus turned because the oceans turn to see the moon
    and are changed
    are changed
    are changed 

    you are the moon
    i am the ocean
    i see you
    and i’m changed
    i’m changed
    i’m changed

    -rjm