One that involves deep breathing and saying things out loud that scare you. Connecting to your inner knowing; the gut feeling that screams at you to scream. And, when you don't you scream - you keep dying. My words stay with you. This I know.They will bond us like concrete.But, I am also prepared that... Continue Reading →
I dreamed you were pressing words out of your fingertips, palms cradling starlight in dark mornings. Then, sun beaming on the hardwood as the dark turned golden. I help you through the words but no one lives here without dying. Do we fear the survivalor the danger of drowning more? Where are the threads that... Continue Reading →
If I made the rules I would never live with a man again. Only create houses for myself full of books of poetry and dainty incense holders,mismatched stemware, and antique plates with cracks in perfect places. I would have flowers and wine delivered to my porch by boys on bicycles who would ask to stay... Continue Reading →
Like all stars, an explosion into red is indeed, the future. Eventually, we are all vapor.And one day, we will look upand the expansion of gasses will flood our vision and burn our skin and shoot our blood and bones likesteam escaping through the crust of a volcano. But, this earth will surely collapselong before... Continue Reading →
Speaker of truths: the hardest the loudest. Claims herself with fierce yelling. Howling. Fire lips and clenched jaw softened.Only petal breaths, unrelenting flowers opening. Asks for what she wants and endlessly receives.Understands she owns all of life in her racing veins. Knows herself to her very blood color. Single plum purple hue.Holy desires, boundaries, the... Continue Reading →
She has lived on my skin for 15 years. A promise of return; the darkness always temporary. I never thought of myself as an eagle. I don't consider love to be god,Because, I don't believe in god. I believe in love more than the migration of birds. More than the science of flock. My talons... Continue Reading →
say yes to the pull of desire, what makes your soul burn,the people that set you on fire, every single experience that expandsin your chest like a hurricane. stop contracting. shrinking, condensing, quieting yourself. stop telling your desires they are unholy. stop telling yourself no (and everyone else yes). consider: when did you stop exploring,... Continue Reading →
forchoosing myselfsaying no when you thought i'd say yesnot wanting to be touched wanting nothing but to be touched for taking up space and promising to take up even more making you feel uncomfortable for any reason not liking you not spending one moment worrying about what you think for not having a perfect body,... Continue Reading →
Written after songwriting class with Love Femme from Amo Amo who put these lyrics to music in the most haunting, beautiful way. Forever grateful. Poems and Power \ w Chelsea Diane Love song for Clementine FIRST VERSE: Your hair, a tangle of shadows.Long legs, tumble over spring grass.Fingers that are my arrow. Eyes, the north... Continue Reading →
I stayed in bed all morning.Sun through the large window,bathing the cat and my calves in January sunbursts, rays of yellow. The coffee spilled; I didn't mind. I am unbothered. I absorb only light, only breath. The yous around me vanishuntil I say "you are the you right now".I orchestrate the time for entering; exiting.I... Continue Reading →
Focused on the fucking heart that has been jumping out of my throat. That skin I've kept trying to change. I am quiet. Which doesn't mean silent,but rather finally able to feel the scream. How sometimes it felt like choking on coagulated clots. Even in moments I loved. Ones I felt full of sound. The... Continue Reading →
My hair started falling out.Breaking off. Telling me no. Screaming at me, punishing. Money -- funneled to products, vitamins, serums.Nearly prayed. The blond, confused tanglesare just now starting to understand again-that I am in charge. Small, brand new hairspushing their way throughmy scalp, like tulips looking for sun when snow is still covering their sleepy... Continue Reading →
In The Way 