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

  • day 9/30

    the way your soul drops anchor in that moment, determined to stay forever no matter the condition of the sea. but you are stronger than the anchor and all the storms combined, so you drag your anchor up the stairs into the cold night and into the snow drifts. you wait with friends until their Uber arrives. your soul inches backward. you draw a heart in the snow. you make a snowball of it and kick it across the parking lot. your soul is a petulant child you have to drag to the car kicking and screaming. you are alone with three cars, the snow, and the knowledge that nothing will ever be the same again. now there is a ghost town. now there is a never again. you buckle your soul into the passenger seat. you cry together as you drive home through snow that falls like glitter. sometimes you can’t tell a beginning from an ending. -rjm
    the way your soul drops anchor in that moment, determined to stay forever no matter the condition of the sea. but you are stronger than the anchor and all the storms combined, so you drag your anchor up the stairs into the cold night and into the snow drifts. you wait with friends until their Uber arrives. your soul inches backward. you draw a heart in the snow. you make a snowball of it and kick it across the parking lot. your soul is a petulant child you have to drag to the car kicking and screaming. you are alone with three cars, the snow, and the knowledge that nothing will ever be the same again. now there is a ghost town. now there is a never again.

    you buckle your soul into the passenger seat. you cry together as you drive home through snow that falls like glitter. 

    sometimes you can’t tell a beginning from an ending.

    -rjm

    prompt: the come down from Amy Kay (Instagram)

  • day 8/30 (2 poems!)

    what is the truth? i don’t know i don’t know i really don’t know do you? -rjm

    what is the truth?

    i don’t know
    i don’t know
    i really don’t know

    do
    you?

    -rjm

    prompt: what’s the truth? from escapril

    a stray ember breaks free sails through air careless bites the amber needles of a tree on the way down to smolder in the sable tinder that’s all it takes fingers graze a bare shoulder, the ember warm breath dances over an ear, the breeze a vast wilderness of skin, the tinder the forest engulfed our bodies incandescent -rjm
    a stray ember breaks free
    sails through air
         careless
      bites the amber needles
     of a tree on 
           the
                  way
                           down 
    to smolder in the sable tinder

    that’s all it takes

    fingers graze a 
    bare shoulder, 
    the ember

    warm breath dances 
    over an ear, 
    the breeze

    a vast wilderness of skin, 
    the tinder

    the forest
                       engulfed

                                  our 
                          bodies
        incandescent 

    -rjm