A dream wherein I have every sensation that I’m on a winding forest path, complete with damp air, bird song, Life going about its business, but what I see around me is your four walls the sleep-flattened pillows the coffee machine left warming the pot when you go. —K. Sansoucie, 2019
Notes from the inside This inner world; We show each other these as best as we can, Trying not to miss anything important If I'm not paying attention, You may slip. I can’t catch you If I don’t know Where you've gone, inside. We rescue ourselves and This is understood, But the fact that I … Continue reading Entry 8619- All my friends are lonely / Pt. 1
My Response to this magical image: Oh, yes. A poem is A thing that wants to be caught, but only by someone who can and who wants it for exactly what it is. You and I are poems.
Don't we all walk a path Which looks here and there, In shadows it hides and the sun sometimes blinds us? I wondered long and hard over when my feet would lead Where I thought it looked like a leading place lay. If not paved quite, cleared- not thick with thorny brush, But it was. … Continue reading Entry 91615 – Onward
Once I tried to change the story. I opened a new book beside my life as Story, wherein I lay down my misgivings like a lady undressing; At the end of a long journey, reaching a warm, safe place, In the process she apologetically exposes her scars. (How could I start off something good pretending?) The … Continue reading Entry 81915 – From the Highest Shelf
Imagine for a moment that your language is as foreign as the many you don't understand. Your thoughts are jibberish nonsense. You have no tongue. Imagine, for a moment, there's no home in your words. Your ideas are now timeless. Cells renew raceless, Self as you know it exists borderless. Consider this your greatest … Continue reading Entry 72315- Unknowing as an Art
Don't worry about the bruised and broken chest. Concern yourself with your head, for you have much to decide. Think about what must be done. Breathe into what you've shattered, what's come to pass, pieces, while the taste of the whole is still on your tongue. A beating, blurry vision... was that you, there, or … Continue reading Entry 61015 – Fractured Skull, Round Two