
“Cottonwood”


In a land dominated by arbitrary men.
I self isolate by choice because it gives space where imposed upon, yet I am around other people frequently.
I will no longer allow any kind of steroid shot. This last one exacerbated brain injury.

I just need to hold ground.
In the movie Moonstruck, Loretta calls Ronny’s bluff, and he calls hers.
It is hard to recover from a beloved’s denial of truth’s validity.

The latest in joint twist-pinching compression pretty much sucks.
“[Perceiving intuitively through the brain’s right hemisphere] has not atrophied from lack of use, but our skill in listening to it has been dulled by three centuries of neglect.”

(Spoiler and violent content)
Regressed back to ignorance, strife, and the struggle for survival.
It seems better to keep to my self while reclaiming lost ground and seeking healing.
That seemingly ignomious sense of defeat whilst attempting to prove one’s talents (aka worth) in a dream to a coveted peer or desired partner, only to find one’s self suddenly messing with toilet seat covers falling to pieces and stall doors not latching as completely exposing – causing painful humiliation.



Working every angle she could think of, she pushed hard into the pain to reawaken what had locked up frozen in fear.
They love sniffing out an adventure.


Perhaps those in fairy tales dream of ordinary lives, as those in ordinary lives may dream of fairy tales.

Open leaves and friend.

Leaves opened.
Transitioning between realities, it is hard to find solid ground.
I am here to crack the code.
Sometimes, the nerves of my fingers twitch in a subconscious cascade effect.
It almost makes no sense to me how more of my physicality is returning to the surface with summer, after almost a year of swimming in deep waters of absentia.

To belong can mean contributing without sacrificing one’s identity or integrity.




Mimosa plants fold their leaflets in response to being touched or shaken, called thigmonasty, and in response to light/dark cycles, called nyctinasty.