Life

  • Open Rose

    These hours of twilight. How soft they have been, like rain on a dusty summer road. Here I am. A woman, at last. Home in the truth of this soft heart of mine. A rose of musk in bloom this… Continue reading

  • Beautiful

    This life. It is not what they have shown it to be. The cold stone walls, the repeating days in chains of grey. This life is the art I hold in my own hands. The art of my body as… Continue reading

  • Innocent War

    And there you are with eyes wide closed, slicing through bullies with the very hatred you oppose. It is all pain, to me. The daggers of hate disguised as love. The broken ways in which change is achieved in this… Continue reading

  • And They Wait

    And they wait for something more. And they sip cold tea. And they laugh with sad eyes. And they speak with serious voices. And they hide the soft pieces of their hearts. And they wait. And they wait. And they… Continue reading

  • Dance

    I bounded out of bed. No, really, I bounded out of bed and bounced around my room, arms and legs flailing— a sort of contemporary dance concoction that would have won me the award for the most daggy morning-human, ever.… Continue reading

  • Eternal Woman

    This breath that gathers beneath the wings of the eternal woman. It is life. It is fresh orange summer, beyond form. Sisters beyond time, we fall and we fly into the arms of each other with grace. Beautiful women. We… Continue reading

  • Grateful

    I’m grateful for beautiful people who shine a light for those wandering the dark. I’m grateful for those wandering the dark. Grateful they are survivors: that they may not know they have won, yet, but they have. And they will… Continue reading

  • Wildfire

    I am a wildfire. Where the flames fan wide and the blue ripples split the deep orange stream. I cannot control what is wild and free. I cannot control a wildfire like me. Continue reading

  • Beautiful Day

    I just wanted to tell you: today is going to be a beautiful day. That’s why I’m here, it’s the only reason I have in this moment. To tell you that, today, the sun shines outside and inside. Because I… Continue reading

  • Dreams

    Will I always dream of life beyond the creaky bones of now? The other side of the hill will call again, no doubt, whispering: this is what your life could be. And though my heart is full, will I always… Continue reading