Somehow it doesn't feel like I learned it, but I've always wanted to. Give myself away. My pisces water heart always looking to be cradled, to find buoyancy in someone else's arms. The word 'love' a tone I could hear for infinity - always clinging to the ring of it, a diamond chimeI could wear... Continue Reading →
This morning, after falling back asleep in the heat of my New Orleanswhite sheets, I dreamt I killed a woman. I dreamt I killed a woman. And then, went home to feed the cats. When I arrived home, there were no bowls and the cats became angry. I had all the food, but no way... Continue Reading →
My body wakes at 2:40 amevery morning for water. And when I try to fall backasleep, I reach out. And I find one of two people. A daughter, more familiar than my own beating heart. A man, as bright and fiery as a galactic collision, brand new. For two years, all of the decisions were... Continue Reading →
When she reads about this moment,it will all make sense The shifting and shaking. How the actual earthquake of 2020shook up our entire home - as if a global pandemic was just an appetizer for the change coming. When she reads about this moment, the one where I fly south to write with women I... Continue Reading →
Three generations of items - old souls that linger in pocket watches and pocket squares. Old handbags passed down withchange still clinking in pockets, zipped.Yesterday, after walking through a vintage store on Magazine Street,my friend stopped me on the corner,shook her arms over me like she was her own Palo Santoon fire, and cleansed me... Continue Reading →
For trust in her inner knowing:The sound of water will always relax her anxious skin.That her daughter’s fingerson the arched back of cat’s furwill calm the entire house. That what’s coming for herhas already locked hands with fate - holds her while she waits.She knows how to create a tiny perfect cinema of future life... Continue Reading →
I am always crashing. Violently, into everyone around within arms reach. If you blink, it's possible you'll miss it.But I promise, you will feel the fiery fall out eventually. It's rebirth. It is soil. The collision says, face yourself. I might scoop you up in the palms of my hands.It might feel gentle, subtle.But somehow... Continue Reading →
I will not hide.I will not make myself more palatable for youbecause you prefer to notsit in a moment of disruptive discomfort. A squirm up your broken back.I will not apologize...for any of it. I will not gloss over, or gloss up, or omit, or leave out. Because no one wholoves me actually wants that.If... Continue Reading →
That the very stars above us were born from my own body. Spinning globes and fire balls simply living in the palms of my hands, after thousands of labored hours,cradled while I sing them into a spiraled sleep. That the kiss in the booth at the bar during the thunderstorm on mother's day when the... Continue Reading →
Loving a poet isnoticing snowed-in flowers or cracks of sunlight in a dead sea sky.Springtime cruelties; simple guttural changes that come with smoky, yellow promise evenings -- ones where we light the lampssparrows seek in the sky with our fire eyes. Loving a poet is the childhood memory --a shuttering of ice cream dripping through... Continue Reading →
This year I vow to slow the rotation of the earthwith every golden flecked moment.So, when you feel the dirtunder your toes settling aroundyour feet – know it’s simplymy breathing attempting to containthe rotation of seas and prairie grasses.Know it is only my mind pausing all of this: Her, with perfectly crooked teeth.Still weary of... Continue Reading →
sometimes, the coming apartis the putting back together.when particles divide, float away they are never the same; every small molecule is charged: better, more full, magnetic. sometimes, the separation is the tethering of new threads no one knew existed, even from one hand to the other. solo stars breaking new solar systems opensimply from the... Continue Reading →
In The Way 