The morning air whispers strongly of Autumn in my lungs. The Great impending Fall of all we no longer need. The return of moisture for the gift of breathing deeply, to smell the aromas of culminating soil and seeds, preparing for a grand sleep. The scents of raindrops caressing petals of plants who surrender their … Continue reading Autumn Whispers
I can feel your aching in my bones and deep beneath my skin, in the place we all know but cannot name. I see you. Those with mounting loss that never relents, pieces of you taken slowly over time like a pickax on stone to make a cliff. Or all at once like a bomb … Continue reading Journey of a Geode
My scars are remnants of stars who tore across the sky to open my eyes. For sleeping too much makes the night too long, and everyone needs the hope of another dawn after darkness reigns. Else we be tempted to believe pain and suffering is all there is; that struggle is how we are meant … Continue reading Golden Wounds
Time is truly zooming by like it can travel at the speed of light and was just holding out on us. Like Time was waiting to see if we'd believe it, and cracked up laughing when we did. We thought we had more than enough time to squander on things that don’t make our hearts sing. … Continue reading The Speed of Light
This linear unfolding isn’t even for the birds cause I’m pretty sure they know the truth about time. They fly secret patterns only seen by their own kind, and unlock the scrim with reality flowing behind it. They let out the currents of the true wind before they close it up again. So they can … Continue reading The Truth About Time
Author's Note: In Greek Mythology, Poseidon fathered many children through powerful women by seducing them, or raping them when his kinder efforts did not work. Atlantis was allotted to him and it is said that he populated the land with offspring from a mortal woman. Some say Atlantis fell in war with Athens because they … Continue reading The Seafarer’s Prayer
We wonder how we will ever get through. We don't know if we will but we believe. We don't always know what we believe in but we have faith anyway, maybe in life. Maybe in the great carrying on of it all. The survival instinct that drives such great feats. The birth of fire. The … Continue reading The Art of Shapeshifting
I want sing it all out of me. Some don’t like the speed, but I love the tone. Something reaping while bleeding that becomes something more. A lament for the dying who are not yet dead. A lullaby for the sleep walkers to find their beds. A whaling at the grieving wall. A gut wrenching … Continue reading The Hymn of the Mother
Is this a battle for my soul? To go down in the fires of reckoning, or somehow grow wings to rise above the flames? To be loss embodied, grief personified, or to open my heart wide to be emptied enough to hold more light. To be wild as the night or tame as the day … Continue reading Free Will’s Toll
I’ve become a fearful, and fragile thing, only strong and powerful when I'm wild in dreams. I may look well but nothing is ever what it seems. No one knows what unravels underneath what is seen. I’ve been a trophy for a hunter and a doll for a prince. I tried to reveal how real … Continue reading Ethereal Lights
