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

Incarnation

Saturn’s girl never touched the earth because it was too heavy and she’d loose her wings. Until one day she heard the crying and forgot nothing is what it seems.Tears make streams that look like Angels’ wings when they reflect the clouds.She only wandered towards the sound, to touch the sadness and make it better some … More Incarnation

The Mantle

Where will we go, Love? To be held in caring arms and know we are not alone in all of this? My paralytic legs and shaking limbs, I become a mannequin filled with lead for you to carry, without the luxury of a silent mind and sealed lips. My skin still drinks your touch and … More The Mantle

Phantom Limbs

A hollow deep in my core, something missing before sleep. I don’t know what was there before, and maybe it’s still gone in the morning. Maybe it’s pain and sickness stealing pieces in each surge that never return. Maybe it’s the stress of running on Ethereal legs to gather the perfect flowers in time to … More Phantom Limbs

The Color of Wishes

My body is a temperamental painter unsure of her pallet. She never has enough white for the proper mix of light. And she never makes peace with too much black tainting everything with night. And what about rainbows, she asks, always drawing tears down from the cosmos to divert the sun. My body is a … More The Color of Wishes

Dream Girl

Engaging with the outside world falls away like shells of walnuts cracked apart for the prize within. Could this be the skin of my serpent soul sloughing off in the violence needed for me to be truly free? To release the dead and dying threads binding me for ages so I may finally live? To … More Dream Girl

Sweet Temperance

The primordial thirst. Where is my fountain?  Where is my wellspring? The yearning for love to find all the dark places in hiding, and let the light in. To be held shaking and crying. To be naked and small in your arms. To be a tiny broken thing.Why the yearning to be touched there if … More Sweet Temperance