I used to be called fearless for the risks I would take without hesitation. Huge leaps of faith across country lines and cultural divides. Deep into jungles and high upon mountains. Far out in the ocean swimming with dolphins: never pausing to think of the sharks nearby. No concern with dying, for I had nothing … More Something to Lose
The treasure of water in the air and in the green. The gift unseen but felt in a breath when the lungs open fully to receive it, or upon thirsty skin awaiting reprieve from heat. The plush forest rejoices when fire comes but does not catch, for moist plants are living instead of becoming kindling. … More Keepers of the Garden
I had dreams bigger than my eyes when I was young, and my eyes were always bigger than my heart. Wonder for fuel, I reached for distant planets in my mind and found songs on the wind instead. I sang til my throat was raw in hopes that they would hear me, even through … More The Silent Song
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
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
Where has my lover gone? Trapped in the snapping jaws of techno-sharks and alligator clauses, creatures always circle. They want a piece of him and they don’t like to share. What is left for him when they’ve taken his skin? What is left for me when they’ve stolen his eyes? What to do with all … More The Wearied Sower and the Wind
Impending Apocalypse. The fear bleeds in like a raging river preceding the wave. A flicker in the corner of my eye. Is it the walls about to crumble on top of us, burry us alive before the tsunami hits? Is it the floors believing they are really the sea, willing to relinquish their shape for … More The End of Time
This fractured heart is a bane to the sweetness of new love. How can it mend if I can’t let him in? How do I allow him in my shattered spaces, stepping on glass and cutting his hands?How do I stop internal bleeding? Boundaries breached. Blood where it doesn’t belong, robbing my heart of the … More Floral Heart
This hot searing pain in my chest. The contrast of frozen heart against human heat. The unchanging past trying to exist in the fluidity of now. Statues will fall in the current of a river if given enough time. Isn’t it violent to put a flame under ice? Why not let fire be fire without … More Slow Thaw
There is so much contained in an exhale. Whispers and secrets, and wishes on the wind searching for the spokes of a dandelion to ride. Wisps of truth born to traverse the sky, to find a place to land and take root in soil or the sea, or in panoramic eyes and hearts. Songs form … More Breath of Life
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