•April 20, 2014 • Leave a Comment

I don’t always know what to say to the people who show me their wounds. The ones who peal back the bandaids on their throats and pour out words so heavy they hit the ground like dead meat. I’m not always sure what to say… but I am just so glad you told me… and thank you for that bravery. Thank you for letting the words go out of your body. 
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I don’t always know what to say but I will listen. I will always listen. And I can’t think of a better use for my arms than to hug you. I can hold on as long as you can. Even if today is not the worst day, and it just get’s deeper and heavier. I will come over and bring you strawberries and wait for you to fall asleep and even then I will stay up to guard you from the nightmares. I don’t know if it get’s better. But I know you don’t have to be alone. Please, stay here with with me. Friend, stay with me. 

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•April 14, 2014 • Leave a Comment

 

 

I was watching his back muscles move

 

Trying to figure out how he was a river and a boy

 

in the same space

 

 

 

Carving canyons, scars, rainpaths 

 

and other crying shapes

 

 

 

We climbed up to the tallest cliff together

 

it took many days and many nights

 

until we reached the peak

 

It was the farthest we could go together

 

I curled my toes over the edge and felt the impossible gravity

 

The beautiful view,

 

While he ran, flew, over the edge – sparkling.

 

 

 

I could not follow him. 

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•May 11, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Last night I dreamt of a boy who wrote poetry on my back with a soft black marker.

I felt every word like electricity – I felt what each line meant.

Though I never read what he wrote because it was quickly smudged by hands and sweat.

That night we were covered in smears of his powerful words all over us.

Poetry on my elbows, words on his lips, ink in my heart.

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I’ve been thinking about what super powers I

•May 6, 2013 • Leave a Comment

I’ve been thinking about what super powers I want. I’ve got it down to three ~ so I guess I need a genie, rather than a magic spider.

1. The ability to see peoples feelings ~ like if everyone wore their feelings as feathers. Then I could know what people felt like, instead of what they looked like.

2. The ability to take photographs in my dreams, and have them be real and waiting for me in the the morning. Like the best Polaroid camera of all time. The dream camera.

3. I want to be able to eat the sky. Like take a spoonful of that colorful sunset, or nibble a bit of moon for a snack. And it the sun would warm me up from the inside if I was ever cold. So I would never need anything at all, so long as I was outside.

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•April 5, 2013 • Leave a Comment

“You are so lucky. So very lucky. You get to take the things that hurt you, and you can put them inside a box and it will be beautiful.” -> What the spanish man said to me last night as I cried into the melted icecream. Image 

•April 4, 2013 • Leave a Comment

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Last night, I sat on the porch of El Mercado with a ponytailed old man who had known me for a long time even though I just met him that night. He played the spanish guitar. The song was an apology I had been waiting to hear.

“I can’t make music,” I said after he had finished singing. “I feel music very deeply, it dances me and I dance to it. But I have no idea where it comes from. If you gave me a tambourine nothing would happen. I hardly even hum. I think musicians must be wizards.”

“Oh but you do make music, Cori. My music is the space between the silences. Your music is the space between black and white. I have seen it. I have seen your photographs. I’ll be thinking of them for a very long time.”

•March 15, 2013 • Leave a Comment

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Right now I’m a desert creature. I’ve been in Santa Fe for a while… longer than I ever expected…the ground must be made of treacle or spiderwebs for it has some magic stickiness to it that pulls me back every time I try to leave. It is indeed the land of enchantment/entrapment. But I have been doing the best things: I’ve been eating green chiles and scraping my elbows on canyon walls and sleeping in teepees beside wood stoves and candles and playing lots of hide and seek with very fun folks. All my bathing in the past two weeks has been out under the stars in big baths and hot springs. I’m squeezing the sadness out of people with hugs. And I’m dancing african dances with lots of drummers and eating waffles and mangos and finding old books in little ghost towns. I’m getting driven around in a white VW van named Lucy by a magician (who does the most magical tricks I’ve ever seen) and a clown. I’m building towers out of red stones. I’m wearing paint on my face. I’m ripping holes in my jeans. My hair is a mane of tangles. My shoulders are sunburnt and my back is sore. My spirits are high and there’s luck lining my shoes. I just found a dollar on the ground. I’m just listening to my whims and saying ‘yes’ to everyone and the adventure flows out perfectly.

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