"there will always be birds" after Mary Oliver These days, I am so tender. Like the belly of a bird. A full billow scraped of feathers, naked from the tearing of the very sky I soar. Too fast. Too trusting that the strength of my own wingswill carry me, even in sleep. I didn't see... Continue Reading →
I've been searching for my ghosts. The ones that have been waiting in the curtains for me to notice. Flood lights missing shadowsof frail fingers gripping velvet pummels of all that is hidden. Hollow bodies of cruel poems with deep goodbyes and even deeper pleads to stay. I dance with them all now. They are,... Continue Reading →
After Chelsie Diane You step onto more airplanes than ever before. Drive more miles.Walk more distances. Cover so much new territory, that you are remade, again. Mostly alone, but also with everyonewho's been walking next to youwhen it all felt like a slog. Maps are created in your name.You become a cartographer. You crave mornings... 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 →
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 →
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 →
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.
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 →
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 →
In The Way 