let me be an evening primroselet me turn my pink face upward in delight of morning sunlet me open wide a thousand supple legsgenerous in magiclet me spread them freely across the musky meadowsand let my yellow laughter inspire the clouds let me adore the caress of radiant butterfly wingslet me shiver under the sweet…
"I want you to go forth into the world with this new information. And I want you to transform the people around you with your joy and vulnerability. I want you to let grief wash over you so that you may be reborn over and over again. I want you to build the canoe to…
Dad, There is no good way to start a letter to your dead father. I could say that I miss you. I think of you ever day. I wish you were here. But those truths are so obvious they border on mundane. They are truths that apply to many people and places and moments now…
See this lovely photo of my kids doing a little activity in their PJs? They're so engaged. So focused. So happy. I look like a super mom! I felt like super mom! Let me put this in context for you though. Immediately after this my daughter refused to get dressed and brush teeth, yelled at…
Glue. Tape. Batter. Dough. Honey.Paint sticks to a wall. Lipstick to a cheek. Chalk to a sidewalk.Mud. Wax. Clay. Sand. Moss.Moss sticks to everything. I see it on rocks, in trees. Sticks on the ground. Water is sticky. Oxygen, the third wheel, always looking for a mate. Relationships are sticky. Phlegm. Blood. Vomit. Shit.Death is sticky. It smells and…
Mckinney Falls New trails to run in this new year.•I listened to Hamilton while I ran today. I normally listen to podcasts or books, but today I wanted music and poetry. And if you know me, you’ll know I have my core albums that bring me back to myself for one reason or another. I…
I will no longer apologize for...
To all the white people warning me about "carrying around white guilt"...There’s no need. To those fretting that I am too fragile, don't. I'm not. Let me be clear about this, accepting and confronting white privilege does not require the feeling of guilt. Guilt is a chosen emotion and in my opinion, it is a wholly…
I took Instagram off my phone. I wanted to spend a week away from it. I've curated a demanding feed for myself since May. One that calls me to recognize my entitlement, invites me to think more critically, and strengthens my humanity. I've been following and posting with more intention since then. I've shared my…
start turning around stop pulling up short start finding what's found stop refusing support start silencing the phone stop taking the rap start becoming a drone stop licking the sap start casting the stone stop kissing the dream start burning the throne stop swimming upstream start tugging the leash stop painting the face start posing…
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Charly Slipp 