I’ve never really fit into any group that well. Maybe that’s part unhealed trauma, part innate oddness, and part superpower. My seat has always been with the misfits. That’s where I belong. With the loners and the rebels, the broken and awkward and divergent ones. With the people who couldn’t fit the box if they […]
Oh, but I am so very much more than a collection of pretty words. I’m tear stained and crumpled poetry; stirring, profound, rubbish, absurd. I’m tranquil shades of arcadian blue, a hawk soaring over wide open skies; demure and charcoal grey backdrops, and storms raging from swollen eyes. I am the stench of decayed, rotting […]
Don’t you know by now that every love poem is about you? Do you not yet see that every song, every hastily scribbled line, every passionate rendition is for you as much as it’s for anyone? Love isn’t a one-on-one thing, something that can be kept between one giver and one receiver – because in […]
One year of the elements – introduced and induced, one by one. Three hundred sixty-five lessons, beneath three hundred and sixty-five suns. The wind was the first among them to rise, to beckon, whispering my name, as a herald, a signal, a caution, a sign, that nothing would ever be the same. Next to call […]
Grace for the sake of grace; not for good karma, or a networking opportunity, or even to be a good person. Just because once you discover that it’s possible, once you feel the way it defies gravity, and lifts you out of the quicksand you didn’t even know you were sinking in, you don’t think […]
If there is a way to give grace to this world, such as what has been given to me, then let me learn it. If there is a way to show others all that has been shown to me, then allow this tongue to become as a flute through which that soft wind flows. If […]
This post is not about hair. It is. But it isn’t. I always hated my hair color. From as young as I can remember. It’s dark blonde or light brown, depending on the season. A little bit of this and a little bit of that. I always thought of it as plain. Boring. I colored […]
Little reminders I keep in my pocket that carry me through the day. Notes to myself, folded and worn at the edges, that guide me along the way. A little poem: remember to come home, if it’s all you remember to do. Such simple lines: remember the doorway that waits within you. A well worn […]
She would have had a ribbon in her hair today. Or a barrette with a ribbon attached. Pink lipstick and an apparent yet managed softness, despite her ever sharp mind. She would have worn purple, I think; though it could have easily been pink or blue – with a flowered skirt trailing below it. She’s […]
This love is a tidal wave that has crashed upon the shores of my heart, and I am but a grain of sand somehow deserving of it all. Has it been mere minutes or years since I last looked upon your face? How is it that even I can be deserving of such profound grace? […]
Mid-life ashes are feeding the garden beds. Surgically cutting at each of the capitalist threads. One by one, the habits loosen as men exit center stage. Chain-links are flying; no wonder we’re taught to never age. Truth washes in – sometimes a rain, sometimes a flood. A hushed and feared sanctity, like tears or monthly […]
Sing me that song, the one only you know. The one that turns the skies to a chorus. I listen, with the humility of a thousand stories lived, to your love that trills behind every line. Enamored by the gentle force of your breath, I’ll wait, held in this present by a single note. Here, […]
To the woman who is just starting to wake up, please understand that you can’t wish yourself back to sleep. Even if you could manage that kind of dissonance for a while, it would only lead to more sorrow upon your inevitable reawakening. What you are starting to see right now is not new. It […]
I know that we’re going to make it. I know because my co-worker came in with happy news, and we hugged with tears in our eyes. Because two college kids walked across the street – one with pink hair and the other with purple. And following closely behind was another carrying a canvas – a […]
tight-rope rope walking, balancing extremes. still, too few are talking. still too many screams. love, compassion, grace. are we in this together? but to see the anguish on her face; to know that trauma lasts forever. no, this world is not darker than I once knew it to be. I’m just forced to look farther […]
The shared stories of our past are meant to be told. Even if they make us uncomfortable. Even if we think we’ve learned what needed to be learned. Even if we know we haven’t. Stories are meant to be told. Because healing doesn’t happen all at once. It happens in phases. Each one building upon […]
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