The Wabi-Sabi Writer

 I am breaking Camp - the muze has set off to her autumn adventures as I pack up this poetic journey and head out into the wild - thank you for sharing this journey!_________________________________________________________________________Please join me for my next writing adventure - NaNoWriMo 2024An exploration of all that is authentic by acknowledging three simple realities: nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfectPoetry,...

I have a love hate relationship with campingthe thought of crawling into a tiny tentlaying on the cold groundwith a determined stoneagainst my spinestealing my sleepisn't something I have fond feelings forstill there are moments...wakingup at Truth or Consequenceto see the sunrisestreak the skiesin rainbow sherbert swirlsthe dusky mauve mountainsstretchingbehindthe clear cobalt Caballo lakeordiving into the warm waveswith dolphinsin...

My datais desirablemore sexythan my skinIt can be soldboughtorstolenas coveted asa promise ofa hot datea nip slipa blow jobMy dataisone hot commoditya sugar babygettingall the call backsjob offers at the readyand being well keptreadily offeredMy datahas a lifeof its ownAnd the rent is long over dueTime to sequestermy datafor its wanton waysand securea dark web depositformytroublesCamp NaNoWriMo  Day 30&nbs...

Start close ineven if your eyestired from the endlesshours staringat the sunstart to blurI want youto seemenakedherewith your breathhushedandhothereI have nothing to hidekeepcomingcloserintothe halowatchasouredgesburnCamp NaNoWriMo  Day ...

In the sterile silence,  I sit,  time stretching like shadows  across the room,  each tick of the clock  a heartbeat echoing  my unspoken fears.The white walls close in,  thoughts spiral like autumn leaves,  each one a question,  a memory, a what-if,  while the world outside  continues its hum,  waitingwonderingwill it beenoughthis time?I trace the edges of hope,  fragile as glass,...

In the fading light,we gather—pages scattered like stardustacross the table,words orbiting our shared gravity,each poem a vesselcharting the unknown.We speak of plaguespoliticsand pretense,  the world an aeon flux,  togetherwith only laughter our shield  against the chaos  while Starfleet seeksstrange new worldsandwefindourwordsCamp NaNoWriMo  Day 27&nbs...

Here I sitseeking wordswhile the Echo of Old Bookscalls to mefrom the chaiseThe Midnight Libraryteetering a topa steep stackkeeping closecompanywithTomorrow and Tomorrow and TomorrowThe tired bookcaselike meyetmore than half my ageboughs under the weightof it allwaitingforanewReleaseand Iwaitto beinspiredCamp NaNoWriMo  Day 26&nbs...

Once Upon A Timea time whenthere were no bounds, setno edges, hardno limits, knownI collected storieslike seashellsscattered across the speckled sandthe sand that squeaked beneath our bare feetas we wandered the infinite shoreat Cranes BeachSalt and seafoamsunburns and sea diamondssandollarsshookif we were lucky, the dovestill insidemy lifewas a summer daystretching towardsan endlesshorizonnow the daysgrow shortthe shadowsgrow...

A mother's struggleshe holds fastto thisnew lifeasleep in her armswondering what the worldwill bringtothis onebeingShe holds tightlyto tiny handshopingforsafe passagethough thisonewildlifeShe holds backallthe vitriolandtearsalikewatching as the girlis nomoreShe holdsontomomentsmemoriesmadeher mother's markweavingits wisdomat her browShe holds outher handssmall and tremblingto the onenow awomanwithher ownwisdomstreak"I...

my bodyis a gardenonce verdantand wildlow leaning lilacsandWide open Irisever archingtowards the skynowalliswitheringandwoefulyellowingleft longto overwinterwithout regardno birdsnor beesfrequent herewhy would theythe blooms are gonemy sweet silklong sinceboltedallthat is leftisa memorialof neglectCamp NaNoWriMo  Day ...

Pleasehold medownbelowthe embersglowred and pulsingLeavemewantingwhat will notbemineFeelmemy skinstil slickredolentwith saltsmokeandsandalwoodthere is nothingleftbut the indigo skyCamp NaNoWriMo  Day 22&nbs...

There was a timein the tangled years of youthwhen the peneager to obeymy orderswords would flowonto the pageas effortlessas breathingorbleedingthis timein the agony of the unseenmy words laboredandclottingas I scratchan inkless rodonto a glowing diode tabletbeggingtherecalcitrantmuse to complyHer demandssimpleI yieldunder the pressureher insistenceto persistto deepen the groovehoweverpainfuluntil the placegrows warmandfamiliarastearsCamp NaNoWriMo  Day...

I greet the dayin darknessunfolding my limbsshaking off dreamssettling on the chaisewith coffeeand compassionSometimes I seethe sun riseall early orange in the eastover Russian HillSometimes  my eyesclosedmy breathslowthe sky glows goldacross the baySittingin the morningas new as dawnCamp NaNoWriMo  Day 20&nbs...

I fear I have nothingto saythat every utterancedrool soakedandgarbledsaysnothingor worsesayseverythingall my foiblesfearsfailuresandfalsehoodsI tell myselfit is okeveryoneisimperfectthat somehowby getting it outgetting anything outI will make spaceto growto growa willa disciplinea voicea backboneI pick at my manicured memories with an orange wood stickI push the pointdeep backto the quickI scrapethe dirt dug upfor the evidence of...

Our Life spanslike metal rings winding aroundusour wordswanderingoff the spiral bound childhoodwhere we first crossed pathsin betweenthe coming andthe bitternessof agewe coiled wordsaroundeverychoiceandcatastrophetwistingthe penbetween the lineswith vengeanceand indifferenceall the samethe pagebegsfor itits translucent ivory skinveins arching up to the surfacelike tangled sanguine vinesgrasping for sunlightbring...