13 hours agoit’s going to beall right not because it will be as we want it to be but because it will be Cinse Bonino from: life lines — poems from the pandemicPoetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
1 day agocockroachesnever turn into butterflies even if you sing Kumbaya Cinse Bonino from: life lines — poems from the pandemicPoetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
1 day agoin-betweenat times we find ourselves in a barren landscape empty due to fire betrayal or loss when I was younger I’d sit there my skin burning by day curled body shivering at night I did not yet recognize it as the space in-between what used to be and what would be these days I walk on through sometimes slowly other times stepping more purposefully I welcome the winds blowing through me clearing out residue making space for what comes nextPoetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
2 days agoIt’s hubris to believethe river’s path will forever stay the same. It’s idiocy to ignore the strength of the wind. Cinse Bonino from: life lines — poems from the pandemicPoetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
3 days agoyou are enoughright now feel the certainty of the sun’s warmth delight in birdsong trust the breeze to tell you secrets Cinse Bonino from: life lines — poems from the pandemicPoetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
4 days agoI’m using the1/4-sized teaspoon of hope I have to dig a tiny depression under all the heaviness. I can make room next to me here if you need it. Cinse Bonino from: life lines — poems from the pandemicPoetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
4 days agoon the surfaceit appears as if I’m not doing much of anything but down in the basement I am weaving hope Cinse Bonino from: life lines — poems from the pandemicPoetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
6 days agopretendingthe horrible treatment of others isn’t happening is what got us into this mess in the first place Cinse Bonino from: life lines — poems from the pandemicPoetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
6 days agoThe rabbi told mehe stopped saying goodbye to his wife even if he was only stepping out to buy bread. Now he says I love you instead. Cinse Bonino from — life lines//poems from the pandemicPoetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
6 days agoMy 64-year-oldcrocodile skinned arms are soaking up the sun in celebration that I’m still alive. The wind applauds as we walk by. Cinse Bonino from — life lines//poems from the pandemicPoetry1 min readPoetry1 min read