empty calories in
reaching satiety
i want to be a verb
I found myself holding back tears in a graveyard last summer.
spiraling
don’t expect any growth
intimate distance
this time is different
the 9-5
excerpts from a remote cubicle
and now for something different
oil obsessed
break more needles
acting outside of my insides
refusing to abandon ship
learning to live in reality
the opposite of alive
in the grip of perfectionism
ode to the pages
thank you thank you
in service of the unfolding
roll the dice
trusting time
in the age of immediacy
capital W wealth
the kind felt in your bones
no scissors, no rulers, no masters
when quilt class changes your life?