Reveries Journal | No. 26
We hold ourselves to impossible standards sometimes
Tag: relationships
The Ant Carries Ahead
The small ant struggles beneath the carcasses of crumb it carries I can barely see it’s tiny legs beneath Relentlessly it marches The crumb sways I hold my breath in sympathy And I feel like that is Christmas this year All the plans Preparations The heavy burden it turns into “Drop it, it’s not worth […]
Obliterating
There is an energy to a weighted word I should remember this Instead they came out of my mouth like water from a tap No drip All gush flurry and noise Things that made no sense Yet they landed light and cheery Floated away to the tree Fell like a leaf They carried no meaning […]
Why I write in public | and still do | and always will
I’m writing as my personal self on Instagram again. As writers, we have an audience — but not all audiences are the same. When I’m writing to the WordPress community, I come as I am. I always have. The fact that other people outside of WP can see what I write in my slippers and […]
The doorways we miss while staring at walls
A poem about the walls we argue with, the quiet doors waiting nearby. With notes from a morning walk among the magpies.
Maggie’s Hands
Another two minute read on Substack. This is one of the hardest stories I have had to compile to date, because Maggie isn’t a character that should be contained to a two minute read. But the rules are there for a reason, so I’m trying to stick to them. Maggie is a person who could […]
The callus
There is a callus That develops In the middle of the chest In children as we are hurt The greater it spreads By the time we arrive in adulthood It is difficult to breathe Think Speak Through anything but hard scar tissue. So there is a need to take a scalpel and slowly start to […]
The Pool Man
I have a photography human story project going on Substack. No need to subscribe. If you do it is free. What I love about this project is a lady on the other side of the world announced in my comments she was off to strike up a conversation with her butcher after she read my […]
Forgetfulness is a blessing and a choice
From around age ten we begin taking out contracts Invisible signatures In indeliblee ink That say I know you And you know me But I don’t remember signing Away the right to forget Everything, and begin again *header picture of a tribe of boys playing on the beach. I was entranced by their rough and […]
When you feel important
Look for yourself in yesterdays footprints The wind has erased your passing Look for yourself in the thoughts that you had a year ago You are not there you barely remember what you had for breakfast last Tuesday We wake, we think thoughts and we journey over the day The hills, the valleys Emotional highs […]