It's not that I don't want to... I really do, but I can't.
I get all stuck in my own head, focused on heavy personal things, fights with various personal demons, or just general anxious self reflection and I don't feel like sharing. It's not that I don't love you all - I definitely do. Lately I've been trying to share more, be more "real" - whatever that means - and as a result I've been doing more work in "meat space" as my friend Thorn would call it. I've been cooking lots, hosting guests, making friends, and attempting to plow through stacks of books that I compulsively buy.
I've also been doing more "real" writing. I'm a writer by no means, but I'm trying to reconnect with that little girl cowering inside me who once had a dream of being a poet, who loved Shakespeare with all her heart and wanted nothing more than to turn all her thoughts into something beautiful.
So, here's a new poem. I hope it'll tide you over until I can bring myself to get on here and say something productive. Until then - hugs.
Swallowed by night.
Hang over me
Bound to earth -
Made of stone -
Wrapped in velvet blackness.
What mermaid I
Who flies through the seas,
Bringing forth my offerings,
To the great red beast of the deeps.
Tornadoes and storms tangle in my hair.
The milky length of my body?
Ferrying you forth
To find your eternity in my caves -
Dancing primordial dances
To the drum beat of my heart.
I am thunder.
I believe I've mentioned that I don't do titles and stuff. But, copyright me and all that jazz.