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"I know that some connections are so strong they span oceans"
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#poem #originalpoem #spokenword #writer #write

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August recap is up on substack! 🗽🌊🐚👯‍♀️🍹❤️
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#personalblog #substack #poetry #poet #writer

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Cali Dump 1

They say that water is sticky,
do you ever think about that?
Cohesive molecules that
call to one another,
reach out for one another,
come together.

They say that water is sticky,
that it has memories.
Moments gummed up in the atoms of a raindrop,
knowing stuck in the nuclei of a tear.
Histories all caught between
hydrogen and oxygen
Like when we are swimming
we must be
reaching across lifetimes with every stroke.
Like when we stand in the rain,
the number of stories washing over us must be greater
than any library has ever held.

Because with our bodies made of
mostly water,
I have to wonder
If what we think of as partners, pairs, or lovers
if what we think of as soul mates,
is simply the water in our cells recognizing, recalling, remembering one another.
Memories sticky inside H2O
yanking each other together with the
force of a tidal wave,
with the
power of a flood,
drawn together like magnets,
like gravity,
Like Sam and Blake -
some act of magic or gods,
some perfect science or math,
some destiny or fate
some simple water in them that knows the other.

For there are moments, you can't deny,
when none of what you feel makes an ounce of sense,
a drop!
Save for the ocean of love you are drowning in
together, stuck.
And I have to believe,
knowing the two of you,
that long after your voices have faded from memory and your
bone are fuel for dinosaur cars and your
footsteps no longer linger on these mountains
- your water will find one another again,
as water does because,

They say water is sticky,
do you ever think about that?

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United in grief we stand.
United in grief we wail, but I grieve different.
My emotions are mountains stacked
on my five foot seven frame.
I've been lifting weights to prepare myself
for the next horror I'll scream over.
My endurance rises but so do the atrocities.
Aaron Bushnell. My horror burned with him.
Palestine. My heart is buried in their rubble.
George Floyd. I choke on my own precious air,
my own privileged white life.
Sudan.
The Congo.
Every indigenous person who has had their land ripped from them, the fabric of my own being is in tatters.
When it comes to grieving, other people cry.
I heave the sadness out of me like I'm excorcising demons.
They called it female hysteria, to feel everything so deeply. And of course I'm hysteric.
Aren't you?
You should be hysteric.
We should all be hysteric.
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Kasia please host Sunday Service more often k thanks bye ❤️

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Another poem from a prompt given In Kasia's Sunday service 🙏

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You can pay six thousand dollars to sweat your ass off in a Costa Rican jungle and listen to advice from a privileged white woman who claims she lives next to an energetic portal and swears she'll change your life.
You can be inspired by Malibu Poet Barbie who's entirely plastic, feeding off of desperate women's money and blowing it all in Rome.
You can firm a coven with your college friends, the ones you thought would get in your life forever, setting up aesthetically pleasing spells to be posted on Instagram stories.
You can deep dive rabbit holes on reddit, because you think you'll find the answers at the bottom.
You can start tentatively buying crystals, spell candles, divination tools, but none of these things are truly needed.
All the magic you want, all the power you seek lies dormant in your ribcage.
All it requires to wake up is introspection, and that's why many never discover magic is real.
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The "be your own shaman" prompt from SCP class! Thanks Kasia for hosting Sunday Service ❤️

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People who proclaim,
who insist on calling themselves lions
are always the weakest in the pride.
They think if they wear their so-called strength,
their self-assured tenacity and
fierceness for all the world to see,
that it will make them these things,
these qualities they so badly crave.
A truly strong person would never shout about their strength.
It is found in the quietest parts of their soul,
only roaring when it has to and hating the sound of it
because there is fortitude in peace.
There is satisfaction in the quiet, the calm.
and only the truly strong
know this.
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Another poem from Kasia's prompt class 🔥
#write #writer #writing #poet #poem #poetry

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Isn't it interesting that Vista Social refused to post this? Anyway. Free Palestine. Free the marginalized and the oppressed. Forever and Always.
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#writer #writing #poet #poetry #freepalestine

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We gathered. Seventeen of us.
We laughed hesitantly together upon our first arrival,
Each of us wondering what was in store for the "extravagant" weekend ahead.
I still don't understand it all.
I don't ever have to.
The elusive meaning of uniting together from across the globe in a single strategic meeting point.
Etruria.
Everywhere we went, heads turned.
Murmurs and whispers.
A reunion of souls.
Together, again.
Friends? Maybe.
Sisters? Yes.
Enemies? Probably.
Strung together from many lifetimes before.
The wheel brings us together for a reason.
Together. Solo. In pairs.
We are powerful.
We were always powerful.
Just to be clear,
You don't need me.
And I don't need you,
But I wish you well.
Your power is not external,
It comes from within.
It was always inside of you.
Vi voglio bene.

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eat the rich. NOW. THE GREAT WAVE. 🌊 @just_4art_

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Breakfast treats in Rome 🥐

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2022 may have been the best year of my life. Not so much because it was easy and blissful, it was quite the opposite actually. But maybe…

Maybe it’s because I asked the corners of myself to come forward. To look at the difficult pieces within me and outside of me and started holding them in my hand instead of shoving them in a box like I did before.

Maybe it’s because by allowing those harder things to be in my hand, to make space for the discomfort, it allowed me to simultaneously hold joy and play and curiosity in the other hand.

Maybe it’s because I started seeing all emotions, all expressions as equals and completely natural. Kind of like the way my feet naturally step one foot in front of the other, while my hands swing rhythmically in opposite motion at the same time to propel me into the next moment.

Maybe it’s because walking with all that I am and all that I am not into the unknown doesn’t look so scary after all. Maybe that unknown, that darkness is mysterious, and mystery is where adventure and growth lies.

Maybe it’s because making space for both, making space for all of it, has allowed me to weave this tapestry of life filled with colors, with textures, with taste, with depth, with curves, with pivots, with expression that resonates with everyone a little differently as they lay their eyes upon the artwork that keeps evolving.

Maybe it’s because by going more within myself, the more I feel excited to take up space outside of me too.

Maybe it’s because I started to not just discover, but to claim and experience what real love feels like, not what I was told it looks like.

Maybe from this space of not shying away from myself, but getting a little more open to being somewhere in the middle, somewhere in the nuanced, somewhere in the picking and choosing and making it into mine is just what 2023 will bring more of…

Maybe….. just maybe.

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