Seaside Halloween tree.
(RMS, 10-20-2022.)
“She always cut her hair
so he couldn’t tear that out, too.”
(RMS, 7-16-22.)
Virginia Woolf, from Orlando: A Biography
Autumn Air.
Caged, your dress riding up your ass Kicking at your cast Limping, yet harassing the dance floor Caged here, too, within the concrete and glass and the metal my mind is for itself I’ll dance with you, darling New friend. Someone without bounds. I used to be you I fear to be you.
RMS, 9/9/2018
Autumn reclaimed.
(RMS, 11-3-21.)
Banishment.
(RMS, 6-8-22.)
One hundred and thirteen years.
One hundred and eleven years.
We know you were terrified, brave, horrified, strong, resilient, panicked, and courageous, and we honor you this night of the year. Death is not failure. Your lives were you and you remain wonderful, somewhere out here in our atomic jigsaw of existence. I’m so sorry you experienced such horrors.
Deepest of peaceful rest to you.