Stop With Me

In Feed Your Vow by Brooke

Stop. Stop working. Stop trying to stop working. Stop trying. Stop being lazy. Stop searching for meaning. Stop landing anywhere. Stop acting confused. Stop. Stop locking up your mysteries. Let me in. Stop rearranging the surface features of your life. Stop thinking deep is deep. Stop thinking blood is red. Stop hoarding the blood-red wisdom unborn in you. There’s got …

Medicine

In Feed Your Vow by Brooke

Our massive, plastic brains watch the ice melting through our hot hands, the gyres turning their awful luminosity. I want to receive anyone willing in any condition and love them full-bodied till we fall to pieces and rain down as God’s broken heart nourishing the good earth.

CircumScribe

In Feed Your Vow by Brooke

I once was a graffiti artist up all night hunting and circling scenes of random beauty. I’d tag my name underneath: CircumScribe.  It was a dream. It came from infinity. It landed in my marrow. It made my bones light. It reminded me: the last time I died I was born Brooke Julia Gessay October 9th, 1981, and the gap …

33 Ways to Get Better at Not Getting Better and So Possibly Really Get Better

In Feed Your Vow by Brooke

The force of love is eating you alive, whether you align with it or not. Also, you’re going to live forever. Forever here is defined as up until the end of you. Always erase the second to last sentence you just heard. Become earnestly curious about the character and life-span of dust bunnies. Always erase the second to last sentence …