“Oh hey there.” I felt myself say.Smiling in recognition,Sighing in relief.I found Joy on the steps to Swami’s,Never knowing I had let Her go.
Awashed
River, riverFlowing throughWilderness.Ripples, RippleHaunting hollowsStillness.Rivulet, RivuletRunning roundFinessesRivers, riversPouring drownedCaresses.
Recovery Boys, Recovered Girl
It has been 6 days since I watched Netflix’s new release, Recovery Boys, yet I am still haunted and encouraged, sad and grateful. The year of my life spent in that home and on those grounds was truly definitive in my development, and transformative of my understanding of life, loss, and love. “New and Marvelous... Continue Reading →
Contrary Mary-Self
Small self, small self How do your defenses grow? With fearful thoughts of tomorrow And judgments molding each stone.
On “to thy own self be true”
"Woman or girl, Old ‘fore her time. Looking to please Looking to find The part of her self To which she was true Without biting back To save him or you. You and your senses So easily undone. Your sensibilities Pretending to run, Blush, and hide In uncomfortable fashion, Yet turn heel pursuing The first... Continue Reading →