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 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

Rebel Dreamer

So often it steals our passion and replaces it with exhaustion. It sneaks underneath conscious intent like sleep undertakes motiv­ation. We cannot fight biological needs, and trying only makes the depletion worse. A fever returns the moment we push past the need for rest. Doing our best to rise above the rules and machinery, we … More Rebel Dreamer

Cosmic Sailor

You are an entire universe And so is your vision. You live in the expanse Of the cosmos and more, The place from which All was born. The demands others make Are like imposed funnels For tunnels you cannot Begin to fit through. Sometimes you try And it hurts Like the foot binding Of a … More Cosmic Sailor

Scorpio Moon

Skulls in the garden instead of faces. Mermaids scream quietly instead of sing, dying in the desert sun. Faeries flicker in and out, unsure of baring the weight of this world, and afraid of being chained to the ground like the rest of us. Violet skies threaten grey invasion robbing colors from our eyes so … More Scorpio Moon

The Seeker

Don’t mind me, I’m just surrendering being broken calling back all the fragments of me throughout space and time, all the pieces that got lost somewhere, stuck in shock, orphans in stasis, hungry for a mother in perpetual wonder of where they belong. I felt their search for millenia and even made it part of … More The Seeker

To Be Torn Open

In the wreckage of my heart can I open anyway? In the disaster land of the aftermath of choices can I open anyway? In the rubble of decimated villages ravaged tribes pillaged body can I open anyway? Lying on the ground bleeding from takers conquering can I open anyway? Can I open to be torn … More To Be Torn Open