I’d meet myself under the tree of life, lay me down, rest my hips between my hands and eat for hours at a time. I’d eat all… Read more “If I could eat myself alive”
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The Numbers
I don’t have paper in my hands or my pockets but these people… they let me have whatever I want because I have imaginary numbers. I put… Read more “The Numbers”
Chasing sun
Finding beauty is like chasing sun. You’ll never catch it but you can feel it in your blood. Even when you’re in caves. I chased the sun… Read more “Chasing sun”
Some things considered
Considering how long it must have taken for the one of them to embrace the other, for the one to choose to fall into those strong pine… Read more “Some things considered”
Run it under cold
Run it under cold waterRun it under hotI wrote it as a child, “I refuse to be forgot.”Say it rather simply or tie it up in knotsCount… Read more “Run it under cold”
Baby
She takes a balloon from the living room Gives it a name Calls it baby Brings it to the table. The vent blows it, it rocks and… Read more “Baby”
Sometimes I can only speak in poetry
Sometimes I can only speak in poetry. I don’t try to rhyme, I don’t try to pull it out in threads of metaphor and miracle and add… Read more “Sometimes I can only speak in poetry”
Less
Sometimes I worry that I’m only here to break things, leave you with less. Less between you and the words you want to say Less stagnant, less… Read more “Less”
Me For Me
My fingertips are wrinkled from dishes, I want them numb from guitar I can feel everything. We used to call them prune hands but I have adapted… Read more “Me For Me”
Collective Energy Reading 10/18 and beyond
In this collective energy reading I offer psychic/intuitive insight into the energies that we are collectively experiencing at this time. Use this information as guidance and ssupport… Read more “Collective Energy Reading 10/18 and beyond”
My Closet
I’ve built myself a closet. I didn’t really notice… I just, sort of, found myself here. Sitting on the floor and looking at the walls. They are… Read more “My Closet”
Jealousy
Jealousy is hot red lava in my throat. There must be another way, a flip side to competition, some harmony that only love can build and nourish.… Read more “Jealousy”
Journals
One day, my backpack will become too heavy and I’ll have to set my past down.