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What to Find at the Bottom
Lean in, my love, for there you will find the magic inside the suffering. Go all the way in and towards it. Run, if you can into the night. Vast hands will hold you even when you can’t feel them through the cold hard surface of illusions of alone. What waits at the bottom is… Continue reading
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What to Do With Walls
The wall that keeps me from the magic of my imagination is not my friend. For who can be friends with the past? Stone memories in rows lined with rocky future thoughts. Nothing here and present to get to know me. Only preconceived notions in a fight for relevance they will never win. But walls… Continue reading
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The Little Distance
There is a thin film over my feeling self to keep me from my own depths. The benefit is a split-second of stillness so small I have to sense my breath to notice. The subtle change in rhythm. The modicum of a drop in my own gravity, evident in my shoulders. I cannot grab the… Continue reading
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The Beauty of Bruises
Bruises are beautiful when you’ve seen enough of them to recognize the colors. Unique hues in the language of blood under your skin. Heart-whispers in reds and blues. Purple dreams dissipating and tender to the touch. These delicate darknesses tell a story; admitting that we took a chance on living, and we are still here,… Continue reading
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Inevitable Return: a poem for Imbolc
Where did my breath go when I held it so long in the silence, when I was stunned by exquisite suffering, marveling at all the colors of pain? When I was so frozen that I could almost touch the crystalline void that seems to beckon to fingertips with shimmering darkness when we so desperately yearn… Continue reading
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Cosmic Thread
My fraying seams are not what they seem. It’s my style to be rough around the edges that are typically smooth, protecting tame hearts that beatan assigned pattern. But I have a wild heart. She was ripped out and scavenged so many times, the threads holding her inside me are worn. I’m not searching for… Continue reading
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I Am Not Human
I am not human. I may look like it on the surface sometimes, but my face changes in certain light and I look different from every angle. Don’t be fooled by my shape: we are not the same underneath our skin. In the depths of my flesh, I am something wild and ancient, something… Continue reading
About Me
I wrote my first story when I was a wee girl of three, followed by my first poem when I was eight. I’ve been writing ever since as a way to cope with life. This practice evolved with learning in both structured settings and through the practice, itself. In my own healing crisis, I found a process I affectionately refer to as Poetic Alchemy. Now on the journey of getting my life back, I do this not only for myself but for you.
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