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

  • day 14/30

    you dream you are astride a giant dragon who breathes fire onto all of your wounds, burning them to ash until a thousand tiny phoenixes rise from your soul and you are reborn a hummingbird -rjm
    you dream you are astride a giant dragon
    who breathes fire onto all of your wounds,
    burning them to ash until
    a thousand tiny phoenixes
    rise from your soul
    and you are reborn
    a hummingbird

    -rjm

  • day 13/30

    dripping from eaves this rain knows my sadness it comes to me as a balm a soothing touch on raw flesh a chill in the air i can easily imagine a time when this rain knows not my pain and only falls because it must back when we were young when we played in warm summer showers like children mouths open faces tipped up at the heavens but this rain is different weary, thin as a thread this rain is ancient this rain knows my sadness -rjm
    dripping from eaves 
    this rain knows my sadness
    it comes to me as a balm
    a soothing touch on raw flesh
    a chill in the air

    i can easily imagine a time
    when this rain knows not my pain
    and only falls because it must

    back when we were young
    when we played 
    in warm summer showers

    like children

    mouths open
    faces tipped up at the heavens

    but this rain is different
    weary, thin as a thread

    this rain is ancient 

    this rain
    knows my sadness

    -rjm

    prompt “this rain knows my sadness” from sol_poetria on Instagram