this morning I woke up early enough to trace a rectangular patch of sun on the wall opposite to my bed.

it was a long, beautiful patch, grapefruit pink sun.

it’s one of my favorite things — to trace the sun, and how it paints the East River.

many days I feel held together with patches: dark ones, light ones, semi-translucent ones. many days it seems I am a patchwork quilt that’s been torn apart, each rag on the floor a time in my life when something so momentous happened that it ripped me into small pieces.

horatio is about something that happened one summer’s day on a street in the West Village.

I wonder how different my life would be if that day never happened. I wish I could hit the undo button on it, but I can’t.

there’s no point trying to fit the pieces back together the way they were just before. but maybe I can assemble them in a new way in my songs, and the new patchwork quilt will become me, as I it.

10 responses to “afterglow”

  1. It feels a privilege to read and listen to your creative work, cookie. Poetic, insightful, reflective, sublime phrases and many other elements to appreciate. Thank you for sharing your art, your journey of living and healing. 🎶

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    1. it means everything to me that you take the time to read and listen, Michele. you always do. I don’t think many here get around to hearing my songs. knowing you and few other lovely, kind people care to is a deep consolation (and part of my road forward). x

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  2. much wisdom and hope in your words, Cookie.

    “many days I feel held together with patches”

    “and the new patchwork quilt will become me, as I it…”
    …and once we realise this…🙏💫🤍

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    1. 😊 it’s all rise and fall, and the times I’m down are when I seem to learn something good, most important how to love the moments when I’m up. x

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  3. Your explanations and insights strike the senses cookie. Patchwork quilts all sewn up with new material and colour vibrancy are not even close to a vintage ripped and torn lived in masterpiece of story telling. The frayed cottons and linens with the sun lightened, once vibrant colours, now Autumnal, bring warmth to the fact that it has supported and enveloped someone through life. Whether to keep one’s self feeling safe, or a visitor who feels the chill and you loan it (lyrically) out to them to hunker down into and therefore providing safety in recognition too.

    Of course, your lyrics are showing true insights to your experiences and the songs are all the more soulful because of them. Again, all the best cookie.

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    1. what a beautiful comment, Gray, thank you, for your time and attention, and support.

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  4. I love sunrises and sunsets. 😊

    I’m sorry about that day happening. It’s amazing what you can get over yet you’re never the same after.

    Another beautiful tune. 🎶❤️

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    1. it was like, the darkest afternoon and after that I slowly began to notice the sunrises like never before. thank you, Sara.

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      1. It’s so cool seeing a sliver of light in the clouds.

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