Scranton!!!!
It’s a sad day when your dog no longer has interest in jumping on the mini-trampoline with you.
Glory
is a word
only the heartbroken
know by heart.
Don’t google your name. Ever.
Don’t “search” for yourself
on anything that glows in the dark.
Don’t let your beauty
be something anyone can turn off.
Don’t edit your ugly out of your bio.
Let your light come from the fire.
Let your pain be the spark,
but not the timber.
Remember, you didn’t come here
to write your heart out.
You came to write it in.
“A LETTER TO MY DOG EXPLORING THE HUMAN CONDITION”
wonder/woman
I wonder why I rarely feel
like my full self in the presence of most men.
I wonder if most men would hear that
and feel unwelcome in my presence.
I wonder if I have spent most of my life as myself
or most of my life as a welcome mat.
I wonder who is wiping their feet on my heartbeat.
I wonder how muddy my own boots are.
Poet Tara Hardy/ A fundraising campaign for healthcare
Community, the U.S healthcare system sucks. If you are able please support (and share) this campaign for Tara Hardy, one of the most influential, heart-open, generous poets of our time.
