Stop hiding from the calling to rise, for you were always destined to become a mountain. A range of foothills living in the shadows at your feet can never meet you eye to eye. There is life at every elevation, and different beings grow at every height. But you must make do with conversations with … More The Secret Life of Mountains
Oh, Time, strange thing you are, teasing us with urgency in the illusion of scarcity. We can never know your true nature with all this fear of losing you. Do you ever truly disappear or is it merely that our attachment to the years painted on our gadgets leads to no longer seeing the numbers … More A Sign of Time
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
I built myself up from deep under ground but it isn’t enough to contend with night. The monsters and ghouls cannot bare the light of a new day when their eyes have been sewn shut for ages by their own hands. A needle to pierce the flesh of tender eyelids and turn them hard with … More Firebird
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
Welcome to The Flipside, to The Upside Down. Here, everything is as it should be. Here, we live inside dark clouds. There is no sun in here, no days full of light. Here the shadows are more than echoes of a past we try to fight. Here there is no floor firm under your feet. … More The Upside Down
It puts you out of touch with everything. And it’s not as if you don’t comprehend what is happening, either. That would be a blessing. But no, it’s more as if there is no buffer to soften in-coming shattered glass and shrapnel, all forming a pile front-and-center in your head. You see it. It’s too … More Shapeshifter (A Confessional)
Poet’s Notes:
This was written in response to a journal prompt by Pixie Lighthorse from her book, “Prayers of Honoring Grief.” The question was: How can I honor what I’ve been through? … More The Secret Life of Pain – A Rhyming Poem
This is my second acrostic, in poem form, first letter of each line to spell the word. The word was given to me, and I found it stirring up deeper, more conflicted material with straggling pieces still in need of healing. I wrote this about the experience of being injured by an emotional abuser who used … More On Confronting Beauty’s Shadow: Another Acrostic Challenge
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