The truth that lives in your body…

Name the question your lips mouth at 2:37 a,m., parched, in need of water. In need of someone else to hear them.The elegy must be written. Revisions of yourself. Vessels and baptisms in fever dreams. You'll fall in love with me because...You can't forget me because... A list for our lives: We don't settle into... Continue Reading →

It’s very likely that

Maybe it was when the devil himself forgotwhat the sin was. Drunk on desire and liningthe best vices up in a rowfor the exploding galaxiesto expand into. Which is to say, maybeit was the yes you say over and over and overuntil the sky changes color.Or, when the stars opened in a kiss on the... Continue Reading →


I am not in transition. I am transition. I am full body movement in all directions, sending ships into the dark blue from each fingertip to explore every undiscovered territory. Vessels towingmy heart behind their rudders until my body breaks into 10 separate pieces on a mission to discover at least one remote continent.A strange... Continue Reading →


Sometimes, they want me to yell. Cry out. Demand to see where my power lives. But those who scream at others will never understandhow my power builds in stillnessfrom quietfrom small, mighty moments tucked away in mason jars under my bed like treasure -fire-sparks, bottled lightening.I'll show them to you in the dark where it... Continue Reading →

Everyone wants me to make decisions but…

I don't want to be settled. I don't want roots growinginside places or people. I grow roots so thick and old and seeded in my own chest,that no matter where my feet take me:houses, cities, apartments,castles, sidewalks, beaches --I am planted in purpose. Roots that can wrap aroundall time and space. Hold each person I... Continue Reading →

It’s 9 am and the rooster is still crowing

The olive trees are as ancient as the earth-older than the castle constructed next to them.Reminding me that the very soul I possess is made of the same ancient energy. Buzzing through centuries in body after body to landhere in the Tuscan hillswith the witches.

3 Wishes

The barman at the windowcarved in brick near the Trevi Fountain poured me a Campari Spritzbefore I had even seen Neptunebeing guided by Triton. All calm. All choas. A water source so ancientI can barely comprehend drinking from it. My wishes gathered and returned to Rome - two coins for love - one coin for... Continue Reading →


If god exists, it would be in the space between.In the trying to give of oneself. The answer is in the attempt.Someone sharing magic they don't even know they've created.Every internal traffic light.There is a home in your chest. Even when home changes for me each moment. In new cities, and my own. In cars.... Continue Reading →

they forgot the poetry

they forgot the poetry.the sheer vulnerability of broken open hearts spilled over bottles of wineand held hands. sacred circles full ofnothing but angels. there were no demons until now. they forgot the moments whenthat woman, and that woman, and that woman,shared beautiful words of bornfrom abuse and healing and resurrection and fire.words your ears were... Continue Reading →

Feeling like yourself is a practice

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 →

Based on true things

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 →

The ever-changing houses

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 →

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