The Intimacy of the Muumuu beneath the colours, soft cotton, wide berth naked freedom, breasts breathing opening the space between skin & covering – the letting-go-of-the-day-dress she puts on when she wants to run away it keeps her home-bound, unwound conjures reading & candles lit to light the shadows out of hiding, into hymn –… Continue reading #NPM22 – The Intimacy of the Muumuu
#NPM22 – The Intimacy of Being in a Garden
Intimacy of Being in a Garden I dare you to stand in a garden and feel life thrivingseeds vibratingroots singingearth imploring the light into darknessthe beautiful darkness at death’s door opening it doesn’t matter what the garden grows – it growsblood soaked, tear stained, grief batteredbeautiful I dare you to stand in a garden and… Continue reading #NPM22 – The Intimacy of Being in a Garden
#NPM22 – The Intimacy of Preparing A Ledger for Taxes
The Intimacy of Preparing A Ledger for Taxes dizzyingly detrimental to the soul quantifying the energetic exchange of creativity numbers in a box the [sum] of our poems added / subtracted divided deciphering the codes in the black in the red[unbearable] + [frustrating] + [feel stupid] = finishing in a heap of hidden tearsanger cleaning to shed… Continue reading #NPM22 – The Intimacy of Preparing A Ledger for Taxes