not-quite Journaling, 51
polka dot New York
a wintry shroud.
my hearth, I fight frost’s bite
inked feels and growing things.
3/14/2023: It’s is cold, windy, gloomy, and I don’t like it. But my
books, plants, and the beef stew I made last night are wonderfully warming. So,
there’s balance… sort of. How are things in your bit of the universe?
3/21/2023: Bits of the novel I’m working on are set in places that look
and feel a lot like the Dominican Republic where I grew up until my mid-teens.
The process has made me rather nostalgic… So, this prose poem came to mind.
soar in the dark.
3/23/2023: Just a wee reminder for me, myself, and I (and you, too,
if you want it or need it). 🖤🥰🖤
a New York spring--
4/4/2023: Today would be a really good day to avoid New York City (the
Orange Infection is scheduled to be arraigned in a Manhattan criminal court);
the city will be a total mess. But I need a mammogram, and I refuse to let
that… man change my routine. Besides, spring is springing, tomorrow is my
birthday, and the sun is dancing kisses on my skin.
4/13/2023: I’ve had a ridiculously exhausting few weeks. But things are
about to get back to my normal. I’m just one liver MRI and a visit to vascular
medicine away from completing my yearly exams… until next year… damn.