Practice

It's been awhile since I wrote. Some of this is due to the places my mind has wandered lately, down dark and lonely roads. But some of this is also due to being out of practice. My honesty has felt terrifying even to me, so I stopped practicing writing it out publicly and went underground. …

Neruda; the flowers.

I have had a little obsession lately that has sprung up in my bones. It's really been waiting for me for years, ever since I saw the first line in a Neruda poem. I don't remember what that first line was. I do remember the feeling, though. "Oh, hello. It's so¬†wonderful to see you again." …