the sasquatch

he knows moss and rocks

It’s been quite some time since I published any posts here. I got really burned out on house renovations/remodeling. I overdid it. So, I stepped away from all the extra things, rested, practiced mindfulness and leaned into support from my love, my friends and professionals. And I’m doing so much better now after about 10 months of cutting way back. Yay!

During that time, I moved into my house, had someone else finish my bathroom (it’s super cute, and all mine!), traveled to Seattle and hiked in North Cascades National Park, read so many books and took so many walks. And now it’s snowing. What a marvel.

Here I am again, intending to start publishing poetry more regularly. Thanks for being here with me.

The poem below is one inspired by my cryptid-loving boyfriend and by my hiking trip in June in Washington State.

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the sasquatch

the sasquatch is
our brother
more successful
than we
having kept to the forest
away from
desks and taxes;
he knows moss
and rocks
better than clocks
and oh how jealous
I am

- by Katie Anne Jamieson

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I’d love to hear from you. I want to know what you think. Did you like this poem? Did any part of it resonate with you? Let me know.