Excruciating Intimacies: Navigating Through Poetry
It isn’t intimacy unless it feels a little tender.
Navigating Family, Friendship, Marriage, Colleagues, Companions & other social connections
It isn’t intimacy unless it feels a little tender.
A lovely return to my late 20s where books absorbed me with a rigour I did not experience in my social or professional life. It was like coming home.
The second dark COVID of my soul is here except it doesn’t feel quite as dark. I feel stupid and it is peaceful.
The world still doesn’t know how & why death shows up. How can there be any answer to why people turn out the way they do?
Giving sex an easy place in my mind, required moving around the furniture inside my head – old traumas, inherited shame, cultural taboos. This book taught me flying.
Two counts of COVID within three months. I’m forced to wonder what fearlessness really looks like now.
Post COVID, life is uncertain but it’s an open road. Everything is a lesson, every meeting is a gift.
I went back to my alma mater, this time as faculty. It brought me even more lessons. Back to school is always learning.
We do not have a consensus on what love, commitment, sex or identity mean. Maybe we don’t need to agree. What do we owe each other then?
Finding myself at a lull between sumptuous stories, I wandered into a familiar storyline. And just like that, I found friends again.