I’ve created worlds through it. You won’t convince me that it’s dirty. I’ve heard my ancestors whisper through it, and scream through it and beckon me to… Read more “I pray with my pussy”
Tag: poet
Hungry
I am really hungry still just for something that makes sense.
Our Moon
When I look at our moon I see something that we all share with every ancestor that’s ever walked, swam or squiggled this Earth. I see our… Read more “Our Moon”
If I could eat myself alive
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”
Le Petite Mort
Over and over and over again I die and over and over and over again I come alive I’m feeling more of the deaths today.
Love
I’m not sure what my lessons are supposed to be or if I’m appreciating anything enough. I’m not sure how anything works. I’m not sure what’s true.… Read more “Love”
Dear God(dess)
If I can’t have understanding can I just have trust? Sometimes my thoughts are so BIG that they leave a ton of space when they pass… I’m… Read more “Dear God(dess)”
Time
I believe I can pray to time and I believe that I have. When I ask “Who am I?” I always get the same answer back… “Time.”
Little Dead Grapes.
Little dead grapes. I see you existing in this winter like me. Waiting to be food for something greater. Are you aware of your potential to seed… Read more “Little Dead Grapes.”
The hips
Sadness does not belong in the heart, it belongs in the hips where it can tell it’s story, held by the passionate embrace of ancestors and past… Read more “The hips”