To be chased: The Starry One Goddess of falling stars i am you. i have always been you. the escape is monumental. the quail, a family in the shrubs babies barely keeping up. goddess of dreams 17 of them cuddled up in the briars. but one beautiful witchy bird holds all the worms in the... Continue Reading →
Migration I am free. footfallen bathing in everything ahead of me. scents from foreign places. opening the world up with each step. soft sways. onto the ground. drinking in unknown cities. the entirety of space. it has all unveiled itself to me. called me forth to glide on different wings, better yet, sprout new ones... Continue Reading →
How to make a Negroni remove the most beautiful of the stirring glasses from the bar cabinet let tap water rinse the dust from the lipwipe with a gentle yet firm grip until clear and dryfetch the bottles:1 part floral london dry1 part Italian bitter1 part thick, sweet vermouth ice must gleam clear like glass,... Continue Reading →
Write it into existence In the feathery folds of her brown hair, you'll find the entire world. knotted from wind, somersaults in the grass, one million cartwheels I've been asked to watch. without her, the universe has no string to hold it together. no construct. no light. peace is found in her morning sigh, when... Continue Reading →
the vision in the slow moments it is clear. the radical self wandering nowhere, everywhere. clear openness. details faded and unnecessary. they do not matter. the clarity comes in the breath. in the expansion. in the freedom. in what the color of release looks like. i can't tell you what that color is. that detail... Continue Reading →
Casting spells you are the revolution. the collective. the alignment. the rebellious. the vessel. you are what catches the air. you are nights of endless discovery. you are a fingers laced with mine. you are i-thou. the knowing. the comfort. the sanctuary. firm feet on the ground. all the dreams in the clouds. you are... Continue Reading →
Moon Phases your eye is set on me. my only natural satellite. making this place more livable. setting me upright, balancing it all out. until your new phase; when things start getting bumpy. spinning in different directions. but, in my heart i know. we are all rotating around the same axis. sometimes i think your... Continue Reading →
Nectar your throat is filled with water. the pool, so turquoise it sucked every color into it's depth until any other hue was a lie. your wings -- rocks, the only gravity for your bulbous body. and then we simply, dive in. the California sun leathery on backs, slick babies-- overgrown men. your wet feathered... Continue Reading →
With inspo from Sappho Don't waste one line wasn't it you that said: you'd 'take any iteration of my voice' an echo-chambered, hollow howl. a whispered feather landing on your shoulder. a scream so loud it breaks the entire universe. wasn't it you that said 'I'll write you a magic spell' as your hands did... Continue Reading →
I've recently joined this community of women writers and poets, led by a woman named Chelsie Diane \\ Poems and Peonies. I've followed her for a while, as I have followed so many women writers -- watching her embody a creative life, fueled by words. It's magical. And, it has been time for me to... Continue Reading →
It's just under my pink paper skin.The deep, dark sadness that comes from a year of waiting. Holding. Staying. Everything a wash of blurred grey;the clearness of lines, gone. Facessunken from lack of color, eyes downcast, limbs treading water like dogs nearly swept under a current of chaos. I am small. Sinking into myself morewith... Continue Reading →
A name in me, common and silent.The slender blue frame of it spokenin the cold white air, provides a brief breath; a ventilation. My mouth is red hot.Polite as a cotton ball that’s yet to soak the blood at the back of my throat. A garden of buried seeds. Still. Waiting for the cold moon to phase into song and... Continue Reading →
In The Way 