All too often there is no marker no way of really knowing the direction no handy neon sign blazing to the curve on the right or maybe left, pointing toward the road that might get you to that place where you’re supposedly going to #blueskyartshow #theroad #poetry

To Matt Where did you go, little brother, when you loosed the strands to this life? Did you find your way Along the edges, Angles, the sharpened peaks holding us here? Do you still see me here —behind the curtain of light and dark? #blueskyartshow #angles #poem #grief

Join the #BlueSkyArtShow Saturday September 20, 2025 The theme is #Angles Any art, any skill level Use both tags to be included in our feed. Multiple entries welcome Show us what feels like home to you! More details in the comments #photography #drawing #painting #sketching #writing

If you search among the wild flowers, each but stem and petals, yet entwined become bold and bright my sibling foundlings in this vast, lonely life You will find my home, my darling, my bed my ever welcoming body my kisses warming your skin as I gather you to me #home #blueskyartshow #poetry

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I wish to suckle on the very sky where you exist, my darling! to nurse on summer’s promise remember life re-births itself at first curled in, tightly held before unfurling for my lips #blueskyartshow #summer #poetry

My book, The Intimate Edges of Psychotherapy for Complex Trauma: In Tandem, was released. It is a memoir of my journey healing from trauma written with my therapist. I’d considered publishing it anonymously, but I wrote it for a reason. I hope to speak to clinicians about the importance of our work.

The guys weren’t happy that I was packing, so they took matters into their own paws. #caturday #catsofbluesky

How, in those moments, the sky aflame with another shiny promised day I turn, my darling one, body opened to possibility, to promise How your touch ignites the very core of me, burns away the clouds separating your skin from mine. #blueskyartshow #poetry #shiny

Join the #BlueSkyArtShow Saturday August 30, 2025 The theme is #Shiny Any art, any skill level Use both tags to be included in our feed. Multiple entries welcome Show us your shiny things! More details in the comments #photography #drawing #painting #sketching #writing

#caterday #catsofbluesky

How my want for you cracks each rib one by one—bit by bit—until nothing can hold the skyline up but for those milky stones fallen yet. My darling, would but these very clouds bring you to me or have the winds carried you away? #blueskyartshow #skyline #poetry #poem

Siggy and Inky sleeping through #caturday

in those moments when your fingers find my skin—landing just there— my darling, while my mouth traces the curves angles of you—catching each movement— it is then when the pieces of us join one another arching toward the sky #poetry #blueskyartshow #pieces

I completely forgot to make and post the promo for the #BlueSkyArtShow on August 16th. Better late than never!

How do I know that path? Has that ground gone smooth beneath the feet of the before—me travelers? Or do the boughs heavy beneath so many stories bend toward the inevitable? Or is it that your body, my darling, moving before me that I might find my way? #smooth #poetry #blueskyartshow

Having a brotherly snooze #catsofbkysky #cats

My darling, it is in those places not yet smoothed over— those cracks of imperfection, raw and jutting— where I catch sight of you And, from jagged lines, sharp—nearly deadly— does the new find light to grow. #BlueSkyArtShow #poetry #Jagged #poem

Sleepy brothers. I don’t know how I could make it through some of my days without these sweet boys.

#blueskyartshow #poetry #psychotherapy #poem #rape #sideways This is something I wrote after a particularly difficult session. I felt it captured what practicing psychotherapy is sometimes like.

#catsofbluesky #brotherlylove Siggy and Inky make my life tolerable

How you turned me sideways, my darling— slanting the sky— that I might find the parts lost, the scattered clouds now lit by the fire of your touch by the flame of your lips Or was it me who turned? #blueskyartshow #poetry #sideways

Sometimes getting outside that loss so deep— the one threatening to rip away the very skin and bone holding your heart inside your chest— cracks of light make their way in and create life anew. #blueskyartshow #poetry #getoutside

Meet Inky #Caturday #CatsofBlueSky

#BlueSkyArtShow #Joy #Poetry I remember the bubbling- up-heart-pounding- singing Joy that burst through me that last time my body wrapped itself around yours As though the world had been waiting for our dance As though the sky itself played the orchestra by which we moved

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#BlueSkyArtShow #poetry #vibrant Have I become past tense, my darling? Has the end of that sacred word— once lush and vibrant— grown dulled and tired under life’s relentless gaze? Or, will you return that I might bask again in You?

So many words in my mind. Most of them border on the appropriate. 🤣😂🤪

🌈 Happy Pride Month! 🌈 This month and every month, we’re proud to stand with the LGBTQ+ community and celebrate the freedom to love openly and live authentically.

#BlueskyArtShow #underneath #poetry It happened—that revival, once thought improbable— underneath a bough of leaves, witnessing, That moment when my long coiled desire uncurled itself And I opened myself to you.

When you know you’re gorgeous and have the world by the dupa #catsofbluesky #cats

#lightandshadow #poetry Camino; Granada, Spain Shadows of you haunted each step Your death, the final blot, inking our darkest childhood. Yet, in the longest ache, I heard your laughing voice remind me to witness the light.

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The best little companion #catsofblueskye #cats #bff

#caturday He’s feeling shy❤️❤️❤️

Mourning has a way of climbing into my back seat—almost unnoticed— but for the rushing Pressing forward of it all only to stop me on a dime so I can careen around the all the moments called memories.

It was the first blow that got so deep— Your thrusting words— Nicked the bone might have stopped my heart You likely thought you could carve At least bend snap me in two In your thirst For blood But what you mistook My sigh for resign Was actually the inhale before My reanimation

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Unless patients can feel that they have reached their analysts, moved them, changed them, discomfited them, angered them, hurt them, healed them, known them in some profound way, they themselves may not be able to benefit from their analyses. --Lew Aron

Grief is that moment at twilight when surrounded by everyone, yet alone.

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Today’s the day. Saying goodbye to my beautiful house, but I carry the memories created here forever. I will miss the place where my son unfurled himself and grew into an amazing person. As I move onward toward the next chapter, I tuck the loose memories into my heart for safe keeping.

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Saying farewell to my beloved Lake Michigan.

WTAF??? They’re now targeting lawyers who represent people Trump doesn’t like??? This is terrifying and further evidence of the unraveling of our country.

This kid gets it.