Your memories I once cherished
Now grasp my heart in a vice
Grifting my soul
With recollections of sweeter times
Each squeeze taking more from me
Will I never remember
That which once I held tight
Unwilling to release
Is now the very thing
Sucking the life from me
Holy wow — where do you find 500 people who want to spend Friday night in a library? St. Louis, that’s where! What a crew, including flag experts, genius kids, and the mom of @SklarBrothers. If you’re snowed in, download #TheFirstConspiracy here: https://t.co/lXtbydVWMb
Kansas City turns UP, bringing my Vice President, the best service dog, and even the @WWE’s official artist (who rules). Also, Invisible Army members, your cards are AMAZING. We are forever friends.
I’m coming for you now #StLouis.
chilled to the bone, alone
adrift inside the icy wake
your words angrily create-ed
uninvited buoys accompany—
bitter floats boasting ill memories
lapping waves laugh mockingly,
openly applauding my misery;
counting each tear falling in the sea
wafting, treading, awaiting day
Denver brings so much fun at @TatteredCover, including old friends, Attorney General & pal @pweiser, a woman who gave me her baby (not for keeps). Baby cried, but made for best photo. And I’ll never tire of servicemembers who come. #KansasCity, see you soon.
He will be embarrassed that I mention this but when I was diagnosed with Colon Cancer @bradmeltzer saw it on social media & sent me a message of support (Yes I cried). Plz check out his new book
as moments tick away,
we fade
color splashes disappear inside charcoal grey until all that
remains are muted hues where
happiness once reigned
likening memories to finger paints—
vigorously churned, imperceptible,
void; breathless, bloodless, soon
destroyed
three, two, one—
#misery,
a solitary creature within me
a refugee incessantly foraging
for felicity— unalloyed happiness, metamorphosis
challenging fates authority,
questioning its predetermining,
its regard for me when it’s gladness
i seek
heed my plea— reverse fates decree
#vss365
essence detours around
the pit your leaving left
a #hole remains in my
corpse-like core
where love once beat,
where forever reached
beyond possibility
the pith within me perished
presuming immutability,
an unchangeability—
a being absent the ability
to ever love again
#vss365
an unsolicited touch
slams the door shut
in the mind
of a clever girl age nine
years pass
before the unnameable past
is loosed from its watery crypt—
subconscious
visualizations ambush
a fearless woman, not a youth,
momentarily deviating her course
—momentarily
#thurspeak