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In that quiet valley of softened edges and drifting thought stream
—T.C. (2014)

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Falling
I will wait for you at the crossroads between awake and dream
In that quiet valley of softened edges and drifting thought stream
—T.C. (2014)

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Things I don’t tell you
There is no use crying into your soup
my mother tells me
as she stumbles half awake
into the sleet and rain
of her next shift.
I think I am learning
to understand her better.
I simmer bones to make soup
while my father wanders
into the kitchen, unsure
of where, if there is anywhere,
he belongs. These days
I am more
rendered than strained,
more marrow than root;
I want so much that is not
intended for me.
I want to turn around
and find you there
passing a cigarette
back and forth
as we talk late into the night
about large and small things.
–T.C. (2016)
river, sky light, tree found me happy as a well
skipped stone
hop skipping across, my heart swells, light rivers me
–T.C. (2016)
origin of something
root: as in rooted as in held in place.
rooting is also a reflex:
i will turn towards you if you stroke my face.
–T.C. (2016)
Yoshida Hiroshi (Japanese, 1876 - 1950)
"Konoshima", 1930.
Watercolor on Paper.

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This is so calming. I might just do one every time I am need of a smile.
Here's the link if you want to give it a try and make one of your own:
テラリウムが作れます 個人利用のみOKです(アイコンなど) 描いたひと 庭猫もるhttps://twitter.com/mogeyamamolx 2019 2/9 アイテム追加しました 2/17 アイテム追加しました 2020 5/27 アイテム追加しました 6/28 アイテ
Tagging @aftersalt @ellenya @jayarrarr @woodsong
And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul - John Muir
テラリウムが作れます 個人利用のみOKです(アイコンなど) 描いたひと 庭猫もるhttps://twitter.com/mogeyamamolx 2019 2/9 アイテム追加しました 2/17 アイテム追加しました 2020 5/27 アイテム追加しました 6/28 アイテ
Why is this so satisfying, though? Thanks for the tag, Maddy @torrentialmonsoon 💗 It made me smile today.
Tagging @t-underneaththeradardancing @aubriestar
Daybreak. 31° F, feels like 23° F. 5:42 to 6:27 am. March 12, 2023. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. (@dkct25)

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I've started taking pictures of the sky again. For the longest time, I was walking around, my eyes on the ground, watching my feet to keep from slipping. But surviving is not living.
In the movies, there's always this ringing silence after a big explosion. We survived the devastation, of loss after loss, all the fears and near misses, but stayed stuck in that silence.
I've learned that someone drowning cannot be a lifeboat for someone else. You wrote me from the road, said you were driving to stay afloat.
I've started to write again. I'm noticing life again. My skies are softer now. The light stays longer now. I hope wherever it is that you are now is lighter and brighter too.
-T.C. (2023)
Nights when the stars are bright,
you have no idea how much
I am always on the cusp of wavering;
fighting against my swimming nature
is this urge to seek you out.
Just once, I want to be reckless. Let me be
stupid and selfish. I would dive head first
into this thirst, wreck myself
against your mouth
despite knowing how this ends.
-T.C. (2023)
“Liquid Music”
The waves caress the rocks, and produce pleasant music . The melody of the ocean..
a song my heart knows well, captured in this moment, its rhythm and its swells
In Kafka dreams you are
nothing more than metaphor
already receding, leaving
no footprints on the shore.
-T.C. (2023)
I want a feast with substance. A meal to be savoured with teeth and eyes. Give me
ingenious arrangements and elegant slant rhymes. The waves of quiet reflection struggling violently against the receding tide. Show me the phrase
that turned the page upon itself and in its contortions, somehow breaks open to reveal what it means to strive. I want poetry
with intention, heroic feats of linguistic invention that compel me to pause and pay attention to this moment, and what it means to be desperately alive.
-T.C. (2023)

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You know that I love you too and I'll never get tired of it
I keep finding these love letters buried in the time capsule of my inbox. Little messages from the other side, reminders that I was loved.
pollen seeking swollen pistil
sun drenched steady thrumming
the hum of a thousand bees
come to rest upon
her soft and her enclosures
flutter open and still closer
as if in answer
to anther and stamen
wrapped and enraptured
snapdragon captured
-T.C. (2023), response
in answer to @aubriestar 's captivating camellia