POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
The lateral flow tests have been negative all along, but I’ve had something – something that is finally letting go. It’s getting just a little bit easier to move around in my body. To think of running again and morning yoga. Nothing can ever go back to normal – back to anything. It never could,…
I’m going through another round of insomnia. E. and I go through a kind of checklist of what might be keeping me up nights and days. We both expect it to be like a button: when we name it, I’d get some kind of an electric shock to light up the path from initial thought…
On my second glass of wine. That’s a fact. It’s not 4.30 am, but nearly bedtime. The beginning of a week-long vacation, though with a long list of things to do. I scroll through Facebook and Twitter and all that is there – because all of it is real. The silly cat videos, the bad…
I keep wondering if winter should be this hard. Pushing in the darkness. Nothing as absurd as Sisyphus, but something as plodding as a sloth. There’s an invisible resistance. I’ll go swimming later today. If I think about it now, it becomes overwhelming. All I have to do first, then the train and the locker…
Distract your thoughts. It’s today’s card in “The Dialectical Behavior Therapy Skills” deck. Focus on the colors around me, it suggests. The white noise of the space heater, I suppose. The blue light hitting my eyes from an angle, from the tiny lamp on my desk. The deep greens and browns of my peripheral vision…