I once spent many moons trapped in a nightmare from which I could not wake. Thrashing through life, fueled by resistance. Primed for flight. Each place my eyes lit some fresh, new horror eeked it’s …
Fragility & Fierceness
Sometimes I weep from the beauty of life. How everything coalesces into one. The All-ness of it all. What the Beloved must have been thinking as She spun this world into being. Such glory and …
Show Me How You Get Back Up
Show me how you get back up. When life takes you down. When you’re on the cursed bathroom floor. Pressed hard against cold tiles. Desperate and clutching. How do you rise after the fall? Reveal …
Creative Tsunamis
Time does not work the way you think it does, numbered soldiers marching placidly round the face of your grumpy old clock generals. You assume forward-moving lines, an ordered, organizing force with a rational chain …
How to Build a Home Where Your Heart Lives
Part One Home Building: Collect small bits of string twigs, and burrs, the hairs from a wild cat’s tail, a few needles of pine. String tiny beads of light along the spines of dandelions. Pause …
The Time Has Come To Scream Myself Awake
I am not here for your approving gaze. Not here to satisfy some need of yours, visual or otherwise. No longer content to be the subject of your displaced idea of me. What you want …
Dig Up Your Shadow From The Place Where You Last Buried Her
You forgot the ocean that pounds through your blood. Fell asleep to the powerful creator inside. Snap out of it, Sister. Wake up hard and soon, before the weedy grasses grow over your face tacking …
Practicing The Art Of I Don’t Give A F*ck
When all else fails, practice the art of I Don’t Give A F*ck. Pray it into your limbs with each contraction that comes with being reborn. Say it with me now: I Don’t Give A …
The Art of Birthing Words
Sometimes words come in heated pants pushing and thrusting their way into the world. It is all I can do to get hands in place to catch them wild and raw on their way out. …
Infinitely Beautiful
Infinitely Beautiful Tonight the Beloved called me by name. An infinite sea of stars spun from Her lips. One flashed, dazzling to the eye, in its shimmering surface I beheld a reflection of my Soul. …
My Feet Whisper of a Violent Discontent with Concrete
My feet ache for sand. Whisper of a violent discontent with concrete. Draw me nearer to soft yielding places. Responsive to the depression of steps. An organic notation of I was here, carved by bare …