When I tell you
This chocolate
Saved my night
I mean it

Never get in the way of a bleeding girl and her chocolate

I saw a butterfly today
It stopped me in my tracks
It said
Woah there friend
Plant your feet
Breathe
Relax
I heard this flutterby’s voice
Like a sweet gentle sigh
Grandma Judie
Is that you?
Thanks for the visit
Butterfly

I would like to be in the woods.
Leave me alone.
No one around.
A little creek I can find frogs in
And an abundance of books and scrap paper
For doodling
And poetry
And maybe a musical instrument or two
And really just
Leave me alone
I’ll be crouched barefoot on a rock
If you need me.
Don’t.

They say all the greatest creatives are
A little kooky in the head.
At least I’m in good company.

I’ve discovered that
The reckless abandon in play
That I had as a child
Disappeared sometime between
My parents divorce
And getting my first iPhone
Not sure which one is to blame more
But I’ll safely say both

From my Midnight Poetry notes folder:

Dearest thoughts,
Shut the fuck up.
Kind regards,
Julia

I have never seen a rock so happy to see me!

A wise teacher recently reminded me that I am as much the sky as a human being. And the sky is as much human as it is open air. I am the sky and the sky is me. I am the moon and the moon is me.

You are a gift
My friend
My dear dear friend
Who grew like a dandelion
In the cracked pavement of this city
right in my path
For me to discover
And remember
The love this universe has for us
The love we have for each other

I was born in a greenhouse
Wisteria dangling from the rafters
A stone fireplace
Carved with the sun.
Summerland.
I was born with dirt under my nails
And a love of wildflowers.
Worms and snails were my first friends,
Ferns taught me the wonder of unfurling.
Slowly.