I am of the Earth. It is right for me to roam her belly like my nurslings’ hands, who soften all my scars.
I dance between Joy and Grief Because every moment is dying.
I want my therapist to like me… so i better not tell her where i come from. how i got here. why im here – in this… Read more “I Want My Therapist to Like Me pt. 1 (freestyle writing)”
God, Thank You For Freezing Time For Me See, when I asked, I didn’t know that you already knew what I wanted And I didn’t know we’d… Read more “God, Thank You For Freezing Time For Me”
I got home at midnight. The sky was red and the whole world smelled like dog food. Why? Everything was melting. Water bubbled up from the puddles… Read more “Red Sky and Dog Food”
Before there was you there was we… a central star, a sun like any other but it was ours. and you may not remember it as you… Read more “Central Sun”
I am really hungry still just for something that makes sense.
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”
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”
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.