I can feel the fading as color washes out of me I grow transparent insubstantial my feet no longer make contact with the ground I
Tag: #tbt
#tbt Waltz of Spirits
The floor stretches before me black and white checkerboard tile feet glide soundlessly to the waltz in my head My arms arched as if partnered
#tbt Here I Stand (Revisited)
This is an autobiographical fragment from my first year at the University of Pennsylvania’s School of Social Policy and Practice back in 1990. For those who
#tbt This Room is Not for Rent
The Greek chorus has declared me damaged beyond repair incapable of a “normal” life “better off dead” say the well-meaning citizens than “broken” preferring the
#tbt From Night to Morning (Antologie)
Notes on the piano haunting half steps like spring rain on my heart gentle at first soothing becomes a melody of blue melancholy penetrates deeply erodes defenses
#tbt Mementos
I keep you in a basket at the foot of my bed that I can grab quickly in case of fire or other emergency You
#tbt Loss is an Ocean
I stand on the shore of an ocean named loss where my eyes are always drawn to the horizon scanning encroaching fog for the outlines
# tbt Nautilus
I travel spiral path bare feet sinking deep into soft sand circles twisting ever tighter as I navigate this nautilus walls curved and translucent smooth
#tbt I Say That I Lost You
I say that I lost you as though you were an umbrella that I carelessly left on the bus after the summer rain had stopped
