Humanity

  • The Brightest Angel

    The brightest Angel slides on her spectacles, and smiles. It’s the painting of us that she loves the most. She soaks the brush tip once more: crystal blue and white, and she paints until her miracle is perfect. Continue reading

  • Naked With Friends

    Once upon a youthful eve, when my porcelain skin had only seen twenty-one summers, naked with friends happened. Innocent naked. Not at all sexual, naked (let’s be clear on that right away.) I’ll never forget the naked of that night, all of us… Continue reading

  • Darling May

    Darling May. How I have adored you. How you will linger always like the scent of cherry-chocolate and minty tea on me. Delicious May. How you have moved me. Opened my bright, and soothed my aching day. Oh, May. Ever… Continue reading

  • The Stars Inside

    The human might do well to remember that the body is an instrument which can only be played perfectly by the stars that live inside of it.     Continue reading

  • Everything I need

    I close my eyes to the world and then there is only me. When there is only me I can feel. I can see. I can know everything I need to know. And when I need to know more— I close… Continue reading

  • Wildling Feet

    Wildling feet have danced too long in the forest of evergreen, waiting for the leaves to change and fall.     Continue reading

  • Deep Diving: The Experiment

    This is a little experiment where I will write. And I will not stop. Until I feel it’s time. Time, it’s an abstract concept, don’t you think? It’s not of the world, but also, it is. In an odd kind… Continue reading

  • Beautiful

    A face in the mirror; a gentle head tilt; a naked, swan neck. Her fingers find the soft of her collar bone and drift upward: chin, cheek, forehead— every part of her, delicate. Like a bird, she thinks. The mirror… Continue reading

  • A Perfect New Day

    I’ve fallen into a bramble of life’s loose ends. A body, a mind, a heart— weary, and in a tumble of the most beautiful ugly day. Come find me when my words are a song, once again. Come meet me at the rise… Continue reading

  • Not Like The Others

    There is a little girl in me who is trying to be a big kid just like the others. Just like the others. One day, I think, she’ll learn to be happy with just ‘being me.’ However different. However ‘not… Continue reading