Sovereignty

My thoughts are like arrows to my soft places, turning them hard with scars, until I can no longer feel the piercing pain; Until I am but a shield to guard the realms from the darkness I create. I learned to make it when I was young from the ones who stole my heart and … More Sovereignty

A Sign of Time

Oh, Time, strange thing you are, teasing us with urgency in the illusion of scarcity.  We can never know your true nature with all this fear of losing you. Do you ever truly disappear or is it merely that our attachment to the years painted on our gadgets leads to no longer seeing the numbers … More A Sign of Time

Nightsong

It’s dark now Mother, and I can’t see a way out. Maybe this is my home after all. The place where everything is touched by grief. Where your spiders are weaving constantly to show me the majesty of a web, glistening in dim light only the Underworld knows. With the silence the monsters keep so … More Nightsong

Martyr

Author’s Note:I know my poems of late have been streams of consciousness more than anything. I have considered keeping them to myself, and many of them I do. But I feel moved to put something out into the world before I enter the next phase of my existence. I have cognitive impairment from a condition … More Martyr

Container

I am unbridled and raw somewhere under my skins. So many masks fashioned in requisite moments when lovelessness came with the threat of death,because no one can survive alone, and even hermits have the creatures and the trees. Underneath my skins, I am untempered and wild.   I can draw out your fears for feeding … More Container

Mirror Pool

You try so hard that it shows in the blooms of effort beneath your clothes. What disillusionment comes when we finally understand what it means that everything bleeds. And when our parents told us there were no such things as ghosts, it was only because they couldn’t see their frost on the windows; Their tears … More Mirror Pool

Blood Bond

Author’s Note: I’ve been away getting ready to move state, and now I’m on the road, halfway to my new home. This piece was written last month as a goodbye to the place I was leaving. I have bled here. So strange to love a place for how much you lost there; For pieces of … More Blood Bond