78: visceral loathing

I can remember it feeling abject disgust for myself I was never of a way that called for such disgust yet there it was sure I made mistakes I did things that left me regret remorse not so much to hate the very self I am there is never enough mis take to go so deeply...

77: saved by poetry

was Mary Oliver’s way how about you what saved your soul refreshing its presence in this world so that you no longer wondered at what life was but went ahead and did this thing every day for days on end what was that for you? it was my child then children then...

76: self, loathing

I woke this morning fog in my head turning grey thoughts to black but I know better now supposedly these dark clouds carry no impact because I am older and wiser and have done ‘the work’ so as prescribed I do what is necessary to blow the density from my...