Work it’s nearly ten & she’s still workingwhat does that even mean?categorizing expressions of livingchanges them in her bodywith each new meaninginterspersing like shrapnelthen eating news that warsdamage in her guts relativity is pain’s dialectwhen resilience slips inshe exhales to an 8 countbut the inhalation alwaysarrives – a thick black hairon the chin of her… Continue reading Poem 336 – Work
Work – Heeding the Call(ing) Even When I’m Scared.
Lately I've been having a difficult time sitting down to work. Any sort of work. Creative work. Administrative work. Work work. It all feels a bit like cracking teeth and not pulling them (which I'm pretty sure is worse than pulling them). What I mean by work is any of the following: ...housework (cooking, cleaning,… Continue reading Work – Heeding the Call(ing) Even When I’m Scared.