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

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

Giant Shoes

They say 13 is an unlucky number, always avoided and missed, so my giant can’t find shoes to fit with enough room to exist.Too much reverence for the feminine to be contained in a size that’s tame enough for men to feel safe. Thirteen inches breaks the ruler, and 13 skiesare too much for tiny … More Giant Shoes

Beneath the Ice

I am surprised I made it this long without hitting the ice above. Submerged so deep with no hope of a breath. No cracks to encourage me to bust through, or try. Maybe I grew a capacity while I was drowning.Maybe I can breathe differently now, so I don’t need to float up, pressed against the endless cold as if … More Beneath the Ice

Autumn Whispers

The morning air whispers strongly of Autumn in my lungs. The Great impending Fall of all we no longer need. The return of moisture for the gift of breathing deeply, to smell the aromas of culminating soil and seeds, preparing for a grand sleep. The scents of raindrops caressing petals of plants who surrender their … More Autumn Whispers

The Truth About Time

This linear unfolding isn’t even for the birds cause I’m pretty sure they know the truth about time. They fly secret patterns only seen by their own kind, and unlock the scrim with reality flowing behind it. They let out the currents of the true wind before they close it up again. So they can … More The Truth About Time