Written July 30th, 2020 My dog and I are splayed out on my bed, small fan whirring, anticipating the heat. With less than an hour's sleep last night (and I'm not convinced Minnie slept more than I did) the world takes on a wavy sheen. As if just when I look at the tiny potted… Continue reading Come on, Eileen…
Author: lunargirl27
My body as teacher
First thought this morning: my body is letting me down, again. It’s not cooperating. I am sluggish, filled with waves of nausea, at times absolutely have to close my eyes or feel as if I won’t be able to breathe. Second thought: today my body is telling me that despite my plans, despite what I… Continue reading My body as teacher
UGH
This is not what I'd like it to be. I have something I want to post, it's so close to being "there".... Not perfectionist there, I'm working on letting go of that. But together enough that I feel pretty decent about it being out there in the virtual universe. Today itself is also not what… Continue reading UGH
poems are the only language I can speak right now
me sometimes I think this body belongs to no one least of all the one it shapes itself around constellations in styrofoam there is a smell now in this room. The two ceiling panels fell out like rotten teeth their dark stain an eerie brown never wet again behind this the… Continue reading poems are the only language I can speak right now
Garden (poem #1)
This week has been a whirlwind of poetry. Suddenly, I find myself home again, writing. It's been years since I've written like this. Yet the content beckons darker dreams, ones that I can only sometimes recall. I'm going to start posting them here. The one below I wrote just now. Every day I'm been churning… Continue reading Garden (poem #1)
Walking the talk
After diving into the messy circumstance that happens to throw itself at our feet, in some circles we say: it's just another fuckin' "opportunity" (insert air quotes here). I suppose that's what this is. Right? I mean, I started this blog so I could have a place to come and write when I felt full… Continue reading Walking the talk
Who am I?
I realized throughout my time here in these pages that I've never really introduced myself. I've alluded to bits of my story, hinting at some trouble with physical and mental illness. But I haven't given you an overview. So. Allow me to introduce myself: My name is Marisa. I am a 41-year old woman who… Continue reading Who am I?
I suppose I did have something to say
I don't really want to be here tonight, in front of the computer, staking claim to this page. My dog, Minnie, is next to me drying off from the bath I just gave her. And I was about to go back to Netflix, a reward for "getting things done" this afternoon. This morning I woke… Continue reading I suppose I did have something to say
the places that scare me
First of all, the title of this post comes from one of Pema Chodron's many wonderful books: The Places that Scare you: A Guide to Fearlessness in Difficult Times. I recommend all her books (When Things Fall Apart is what got me started in 2009). At any rate, delving into these places is a recent… Continue reading the places that scare me
A seed for sea change
I am not doing well, I think as I try to work on my latest writing project. I rewrite a line I liked yesterday but now seems inadequate. It's worse. I delete the whole thing, then go back and put back what I had taken out. A few minutes earlier I was lying on my yoga… Continue reading A seed for sea change
