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 →

‘The sun has a voracious appetite’

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 →

This is how they remember me

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 →

The sparrow

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 →

our power

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 →

I’m not sorry

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 →

Song for Clementine

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 →

Winter Sleep

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 →

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