jen 🥀

@jdepoyster omfg

I always leave the seat up when I pee at a bar so if a girl comes in after she knows I wasn’t in there pooping (I respect women)

@SilentGarrett oh my gosh, yes!!!!

wow it’s 2024 the year of Mitchell Allan Stark

may our love free us from our fear.

🥹

just mama pig, baby pig and their flying frog friend

life goals: • practice being a tender human. even more tender. heal the parts that are not. radical love/compassion. • open a deer (& other creatures) rescue/sanctuary at a historic, beautiful home on a gorgeous plot of land that also serves as a retreat space. 💫

“You can be the last leaf. / You can convince the universe / that you pose no threat / to the tree’s life.” — Maya Abu Al-Hayyat poets.org/poem/you-cant

@readalittlepoem “frighten me into the present” 🥹

“Let me at least fail at my life.” — Jack Gilbert

december. thrown head-first into transformation, with a new understanding of what that means. the only words my nearly two year old nephew can speak are “thank you.” which reminds me of Eckhart. which reminds me that it’s all enough.

remember forever

@TaraSkurtu 🥹 thank YOU so much for writing!!

@softersea Aww thank you! ❤️❤️❤️

I think of these poems dozens of times per day. (Mikko Harvey / Tara Skurtu)

@SilentGarrett so proud of u

it’s yours. thank you for making space. the story is still unfolding, make sure to inspect your mail closely. goodnight ✉️

surrender. put it down. let go of what leaves.

The sun rises again. Nature’s resilience is bizarre — the way it maintains rhythm. I’m tender & primed for awe. Everything is making my heart gasp. I even think, “See? The wound is for this.” Little Soul and the Sun style. Us, volunteers. Suffering for love has validated me:

to let life change you.

you come back to yourself again and again. it is what the reckoning does, when you find the tenderness belly-deep and blistered for you, for him, for you, for him, i have never known a leaving with so much love in it. isn’t that what you set out on your spaceship to prove?

suddenly, fall colors & the window brick building, screaming-lovely in this simple air telling the leaves about love the not-quite-there love still so honest clay in the mystery’s hands my teeth, your teeth, our mouths wide open.

in this room with thousands of faces you are the absence of a face music: guttural, beligerent, electric, and you are the electricity the thing underneath all of the things in my physical experience, now, i feel you everywhere my small language can’t reach you

@poetastrologers pls no

Scorpio season is coming