Writing

Dear Jo March,

my horoscope said i would lose someone dear to me,

you've never really believed in that astrology,

but i click on yours, and what i see staring back

Every night I dream of a door that would take me back to my past...

A door that would lead me to the old me, the me I used to be...

I often wonder how plants feel. It’s hard to comprehend how there can be living organisms that don’t seem alive, such as trees. So still and silent. I remember the house plant growing from a seed, but it seems unbelievable.

The dark winter months

How much longer will it take

For spring’s warm sunshine?

Waves crash on the shore

Roaring up with a large splash

Shoot all the bullets your cold visions desire,

shoot your anger away

to reel in the reputation you'll live with

until you die.