Humanity

  • Free

    To know the soft skin of my own truth as it peers upon the fears of others. I catch their fear, I hold it. I catch their fear I love it well. And my truth whispers: of this ache, my… Continue reading

  • Sadness

    How small we are in the largeness of it all. Our tiny cries barely heard over roaring humanity. But we each have a sadness, each of us, true. Of your sadness, I say: I hear it. I see it, as… Continue reading

  • I Am This

    I have decided there is a way life should be, a way I should be. As a woman. As a mum. As a fictional character plucked perfectly from the sky of humanity. And I run and I run and I… Continue reading

  • Shadow

    In waking dreams I see the past and feel it waltzing me down a sweet, sweet road. Oh, darling days gone by. How lovely to feel you tickle my bones. How lovely to remember the depths that sang to my… Continue reading

  • Culture

    Sometimes I wish I had been born of another culture, a culture of eyes wide open, a culture of hearts wide open. They say to resist ‘what is’ is to cause your own suffering. Am I suffering? No. But I… Continue reading

  • Together

    I have known a life and more. I have tasted shame, I have found my way on the dark and dreary road. I am you, and you are me. Together, we are human. Together we are home. Continue reading

  • Is This The Way The World Was Meant To be?

    I’ve changed. My goodness I’ve changed. And although the change has been gradual, I am living a version of my internal life I have never lived before. It all has to do with my heart, and maybe (probably, absolutely) hormones.… Continue reading

  • I Am There

    Here on this hillside, this sweet patch of earth, I have become. And there is no further to go, there are no wings to grow, I am there. I am there. Continue reading

  • Darling World

    Sleep tight, darling world. How lovely and alive you will be tomorrow. Continue reading

  • The Window

    On days where rain settles on the window, I look to the future with dusty eyes. How does one peer beyond the droplets there? How beautiful can the horizon appear when my eyes are glazed with the muck and haze… Continue reading