Life

  • Darling Day 23. Misfits

    In the garden of secrets they lay, arm in arm; this darling band of misfits, this chain of soul dwelling children, who know only gasps of freedom beside the shallow breaths of humanity’s ball and chain. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 22. Eternity

    Darling is how I feel eternity, soft in its gentle, drifting wind. Their unspoken words ask me how I know them so well— how I can feel the softness of them— and I don’t know what to tell them, but… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 19. Darling of my Soul

    Darling of my soul. Darling of my soul. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 17. Surrender

    Darling are the lonely ones. The sad ones. The tired ones. The human ones. Darling is the moment of sweet surrender, when the cave of hard fought bravery crashes into the sea of what actually is. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 16. Fifteen Minutes Late

    I’ve had wine. And I’ve had my Dad and my sister for the first time since the government has allowed me to have them…for months. So I’m fifteen minutes late for the darling day, which technically means I’ve missed it.… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 15. Golden Fields

    This heart whispers to the fragile night of the soul. The darling buds, once closed, now reach with delicate fingers to the soft of a brand new sun. Light the way, dear sun. Release the petals still stuck in place.… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 14. Liberation

    Crisp walls and lavender fresh linen. It was her mother who insisted on such drastic perfection and, until now, it had never occurred to Geraldine that life had the option to be anything other than perfect. She would be forty… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 13. The Wind of Everything

    Every darling day, I wait to breathe. Just one breath. A chance to be, to dream, to love. And when that gust of life becomes me I am grateful. To the darling wind of everything… I am grateful. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 12. Darling Days

    The echo of two hearts drifting down the hall, and all the darling days we skipped arm in arm, like children; no more. All the beauty of our yesterday, I remember you. Fondly, I remember the darling days, and I… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 9: Truth

    Darling diamond, fire within; the birth of home in a burning house of ‘good’ and ‘bad’. Aching truth becomes the darling ever and always. Passionate truth becomes the choice never to hold another’s heart with selfish hands. Continue reading