spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
As I stand here gazing out my window at the evening sky, clouds burning red, mountains a rosey pink, trees and fields fading in the night, stars winking into existence, landscape disappearing, making way for the dancing auroras and the moon partially clothed in… Continue Reading “A Future (Im)possible”
I’m laying here in the dark and I know I should be asleep but all I can think about is your voice in my ear. Reading to me. Just talking about nothing and still it was something to me. With your random nouns and… Continue Reading “Being”
I have found through living in this vast state that if I allow myself to lose myself, I end up actually finding my true self. Alaska, with its wide vistas; tall mountains; ample beaches and oceanfront landscapes; diverse wildlife; smoking volcanoes; long summer days… Continue Reading “Finding Myself”
There was this moment in time when I went from I really like you to I want you in my life forever. I can remember exactly where I was: standing in front of the heater in the middle of my night, the moon shining… Continue Reading “Heart on a Windowsill”
So I’m dogsitting/housesitting right now while my friends are on vacation. About midnight and the dogs start acting weird. I’m annoyed because I want them to be sleeping. I’m laying in bed, relaxing but not asleep yet. Ugh. Leave me alone, fucking dogs. This… Continue Reading “Earthquake”
I would rather have you for just a little while and then suffer a heartbreak than to have never experienced your love at all. ….At least, that’s what I keep telling myself. tara caribou | ©2018
Working through my current issues of depression, I’ve been soul-searching, attempting to put a finger on what the underlying issue is. I was reading a fellow blogger’s website earlier and he mentioned getting attuned to the underlying issues and remembering that there is no… Continue Reading “Revisiting Contentment and Happiness”
Art Consignments in Ninilchik, Alaska
Apologies for my apologies
Poetry by Charles Joseph
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
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a collection of short poetry from an autistic mind
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The Lies in the Skies Exposed
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