Author: nlondon36

Breath takes me right now, this minute, this inbreath to George Floyd, choked to death by a cop for doing what I never did find out. I can't breathe he gasped. I can't breathe. I didn't watch the video of him being murdered, but he kept not being able to breathe. On tee shirts, on … Continue reading breath

You can’t always get what you want, but if you try some time…well, you know the chorus. That’s the theme song of my weekly grocery shopping trips into town. Toilet paper..nope. Extra virgin olive oil…sold out. Those special garlic stuffed green olives…who are you kidding. Kale? Our garden crop is just about to yield so … Continue reading you can’t always get what you want

Fighting, winning the battle, meeting the challenge, overcoming the enemy, warriors in our isolation, the language we use to describe these times and our relationship to the virus has left me flat out exhausted, more than I can bear right now. All of this yang when I am yearning for yin. My warrior, sweet girl … Continue reading weary warrior

This is my way of saying thank you. This is the get well soon card I forgot to mail. This is my writing you a poem that is made up of sighs, of tapping you on the shoulder and saying I’m sorry. I should have understood. I should have fallen to my knees the first … Continue reading earth

I feel the fragility of things in time. The way the bone I broke in my foot three years ago never quite healed right, the way it aches after I dance, and I put my foot in my husband's lap and say...rub me I ache. He notices that since I broke my foot I hold … Continue reading love letters