Marushka

Let Us Be As Time Of Rest

Let us be as time of rest, time of day when sleep is at hand.

If I mapped the places, would I understand?

Lament for a senior thesis. Need I say more?

Learn to say the truth of a thing – that is all.

“That liquefaction of her clothes” – a different understanding of a poem I’ve always loved.

We each have our literary bug-out bag. What does yours hold?

Healthy eating never seemed so…deep.

Everyone has at least one thing that makes them irrational.

Yes, I still have pumpkins from Halloween. Yes, they’re still good (I hope).

Of course I’m writing. What else would it be?