When my grandmother first said “those” three words to my grandfather,
she said them by tossing a pinch of salt over her shoulder at their wedding.
When I first really said them, they were to myself as an apology
for nineteen years of viewing my body as a wound in need of a tourniquet,
I want the mood to be…”Stabbing Your Family in the Face.” Make sense? Try not to make it too intense though.
Life is about two things. Learning how to express sarcasm and how to be a good person. Luckily for us, we have blimeycow to help us.
The painter has the Universe in his mind and hands.
There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark. Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless.
Do not be sorry for your body. It is nothing to apologize or atone for.
Instead of simply labeling it as a natural disaster,
label it as a monsoon that brings powerful, beautiful changes
every season, a blizzard that destroys everything dangerous,
a volcanic eruption so loud it silences…