I used to be called fearless for the risks I would take without hesitation. Huge leaps of faith across country lines and cultural divides. Deep into jungles and high upon mountains. Far out in the ocean swimming with dolphins: never pausing to think of the sharks nearby. No concern with dying, for I had nothing … Continue reading Something to Lose
Spoken Word Reading: For the Privilege of Living (raw performance just after writing) The nations in our blood rise up to fight the nations in our lungs. A war over our bones: to live or to die. Will we ever see eye to eye? Some of us deny accounts from those on the front lines. … Continue reading For the Privilege of Living: A Pandemic Poem
Where has my lover gone? Trapped in the snapping jaws of techno-sharks and alligator clauses, creatures always circle. They want a piece of him and they don’t like to share. What is left for him when they’ve taken his skin? What is left for me when they’ve stolen his eyes? What to do with all … Continue reading The Wearied Sower and the Wind
The world became a little less bright that day. A degree of light went away, mostly imperceptible to the naked eye. Mornings in Spring gained a haze. The sun wept to lose your smile and serenity in his radiance. How you loved to bath in it. It took a few days for his tears to … Continue reading Light on the Water
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
Keep me soft, Darlingwith the rapture of your force.Let me be a flower bud,a water lily openingfor your reaping.Pluck me eagerlyand ravage my scent.Crush me into perfume,an aphrodisiac spellto make you wildand full with the moon.Surge like the wavesof a restless seaand pull me like the currentof passion’s undertow.Pound me into smooth rocksand crack open … Continue reading Spring Harvest
This fractured heart is a bane to the sweetness of new love. How can it mend if I can’t let him in? How do I allow him in my shattered spaces, stepping on glass and cutting his hands?How do I stop internal bleeding? Boundaries breached. Blood where it doesn’t belong, robbing my heart of the … Continue reading Floral Heart
A hot whip lashes my chest like a demon’s attempt to break my ethereal heart. The gates are closed, but the mark is left on the pearl and I can’t get it off. Perfection is a lie we tell ourselves in order to aspire, because that’s what we’re taught: always reach, always strive. But life … Continue reading Brave Morphling
This hot searing pain in my chest. The contrast of frozen heart against human heat. The unchanging past trying to exist in the fluidity of now. Statues will fall in the current of a river if given enough time. Isn’t it violent to put a flame under ice? Why not let fire be fire without … Continue reading Slow Thaw
There is so much contained in an exhale. Whispers and secrets, and wishes on the wind searching for the spokes of a dandelion to ride. Wisps of truth born to traverse the sky, to find a place to land and take root in soil or the sea, or in panoramic eyes and hearts. Songs form … Continue reading Breath of Life
