I cannot be an untamed wind, whipping others about without a soft place to land, especially when legs are barely strong enough to stand. When you tremble in your shoes and have so much to lose, you cannot open your hands to let go or to hold on when all the silken petals are gone … Continue reading Tame the Wind
Is this some great hollowing? Is this how I'm to be made empty? To become one with the void? Every time I think I'm close to making peace with my circumstances, the black veil returns to shroud the world in my eyes by dimming the sky. Some say it’s hard to see in greyscale, but … Continue reading Heart Light
I used to feel beautiful in the morning, innocense restored and lines smoothed out on my face. Now the lines seem deeper and there is no such thing as innocence anymore. Now I'm only tired and my tissues know it, losing their grip on my bones and sinking like my heart to the bottom of … Continue reading Making Peace with Aging
There is an undertow pulling at the soul housed in my ethereal body too translucent to hold on. Is she mine, that soul? Or was she simply catching a ride? A stow-away who looked so much like me I never noticed she was there? Dusk and blue like bruises. Or pink and rose like love. … Continue reading Free Bird
Untethered and weightless except for the pain. The Great Dissolution commences. Solid frames on walls flicker like a hologram. A haunting silent voice sings a lament for the slow death. Pieces of me I can’t see answer. Soon, they say. Soon will be time to let go. No one hears it but me, the symphony … Continue reading Prayer of a Half-life
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 … Continue reading The Mantle
Oh, the complexity of me. Seemingly dichotomous needs tangle up like thorny vines ensnaring silken skirts. Zippers catch on long hair: the struggle to flow freely and be contained at once. Do we commit to ideas of who we are, or to liberating the real thing? Mother Culture says what it means to be good, … Continue reading How to Hold the Universe
My body is a temperamental painter unsure of her pallet. She never has enough white for the proper mix of light. And she never makes peace with too much black tainting everything with night. And what about rainbows, she asks, always drawing tears down from the cosmos to divert the sun. My body is a … Continue reading The Color of Wishes
I am an avalanche in need of containment. A horse in need of harnessing to truly run free. A wild bunny, frightened and feral, eating all the flowers and wrecking the yard. I run out of food. What good is a dam if it doesn’t direct the river to slow for the beaver’s pond? What … Continue reading Tame Your Rabbit
There are flashes of dark and ancient creatures in my mind, something in-between a memory and a dream. Sweet shadows caress my ethereal sheathe and whisper my body down from the lofty heights of sentiments into the delicious murk of hidden desires. Are they mine, these visions alive in my senses? Constricted throat for ecstatic … Continue reading Dominion
