thanks² 18

Blessed are those who pull for shore. Not for the peril of dry land, but the safety of the deep.

thanks² 17

"Let's go."
"We can't."
"Why not?"
"Because we're waiting..."
"Oh yes."

thanks² 16

We only gather together in order to scatter together.

thanks² 15

We're all patchworks of each other.

thanks² 14

Once abandoned, some things grow beautiful.

thanks² 13

Everyone's a mess under there.

thanks² 12

Dry leaves wash up on the roofshore, the apostles of the gospel of winter.

thanks² 11

Someday, I am going to die.

thanks² 10

I weep with, and I laugh with. Not so good at keeping a straight face with.

thanks² 09

Who says pessimists get all the emptiness?

thanks² 08

Go to the theatre. Play the part. Sing and raise your hands. Pretend to love. Then wear it home. Maybe your heart will stick like that.

thanks² 07

It's dangerous to go alone.

thanks² 06

We are afraid there is nothing there. But flip that switch anyhow, friends. The light itself is good.

thanks² 05

William told us and Chinua told us.
And we have to believe them.
But you can sew a satin lining, too.
And then when you come home to a dark house,
you aren't afraid to find it
and half a closet empty

thanks² 04

Deep down, I wanted to be fired.

thanks² 03

To unravel is to destroy, I know.
No more to be held and hover
in the echoes of spring, sleep quickened.
And a couch shared
does not make more than friends.
But those intent minutes among
untwisted ropes would be glorious.

thanks² 02

So much have I not lost.

thanks² 01

All mornings are windows too bright to see through.

thanks² prime

My friend Bet Mercer invited a bunch of people to contribute to a project on thankfulness for the month of November. Every day, take a picture with Instagram or RetroCamera and write a line of prose or poetry about it. I've been posting these to the Facebook page, but I want a central place to archive what I've been up to these last few weeks. Here comes what I've been and will be thankful for.