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

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

Tame the Wind

I cannot be an untamed wind, whipping others about without a soft place to land, especially when legs are barely strong enough to stand. When you tremble in your shoes and have so much to lose, you cannot open your hands to let go or to hold on when all the silken petals are gone … More Tame the Wind

Tree Affinity

To be kin with the trees is to let their roots become your veins. Their branch­es, your limbs. Their leaves, your lungs.  Their waters, your blood. The jungle air is moist on your skin, and you drink it in, every pore enlivened and awake, informed by all that lives. The sun is a gift your … More Tree Affinity

Wild Like Me

It’s hard to reconcile being wild sometimes, the feral hunger.  The seeking eyes, the instincts that lead one to survive. The shapeshifting in twilight when it’s dark enough to see more colors, and Iight enough to illuminate the way forward.  Star-kissed riverbeds and spectral skies.  Emerald trees and non­-linear time.  Magenta plumes and lavender moons. … More Wild Like Me

The Call of Fire

The fires drove us away when they raged and caged my breath.  My family’s home in my lungs with buildings and machines, blood and bones, a million dead dreams and more. We could not have known what was in store for the forests of the world any more than the sea knew she’d be swallowing … More The Call of Fire