The mirror crackedNostalgia, like grief, lancing poison I want to hear that something in her broke openthe first time she held meThat all her rage and pain somehow sublimated into a fierce protectivenessI have her chin, after all, and her smilePerhaps that is why she raised me to know heartacheWild-shy, a stranger in a world … Continue reading Salt in the Well →

I haven't been writing much recently, really, and it has felt like a waiting space or like being poised, listening deeply, rather than preparing to speak. And today I had something simple and maybe slightly unfinished arise and I wanted to share it. It is called, for now anyway, Golden on the Tongue, and thus … Continue reading Succulence, or Golden on the Tongue →

Noticing is it seemsThe truest of magicsWe look at things as they look backIn open wonder that we see them so constrictedlyHeld so carefully inside ourselves that we become parasiteSymbiosis rejected for submissionYet the hunger remains in us, gnawingOur bellies contract painfully at the voidAnd so they cry out to us, who will not hear … Continue reading Place →

Skin-slipped snake-likeUnused as I am to allowing the simple grace of tenderness, of transition.Struggling against sensitivity,Callow, gawky without my sharp-edges,No longer a creature against which the world may break itself,I am instead broken open.With a finality like birth, like dying into myself,Strangely conscious of everySingleMoteGlistening diamonds in the web.Trailing fingers as across the lips of … Continue reading Across the Threshold →

Choking wordsCold, claggy at the back of the throatCoating all with the would-be eloquence of the web-walled volubility evinced by madmen and poetsA magpie mind chattering half-recognized associations illuminated by dustAnd the half-eclipsed silvering of a howling moonHowling, head-shaking cries, syllable-veined and shatteringI long to illume life in the darkness of a hand clasp, a … Continue reading Sap Rising →

Beatific, you greet us In all your seasons, richly enrobed in splendors Cloaking us at dusk, kissed rosy hued as Sun departs Washing all in silver with the bright eyed majesty of Moon's light Reaching forth, ennobled, pearlescent with the dawn I sense your many moods in the tones of your silence A thousand thousand … Continue reading Sky →

I have made myself small Hiding, cringing inward Still, I hear you Fingers of light teasing gently at the edges of the world I allowed myself Peaking out behind flinching eyes Enraptured in you, tendrils of wind ruffle the feathering of wings Launching, power in the joy that springs from my lips As storms rage, cleansing … Continue reading Wingless One →

Words tumble out in random orderTones flat, colored by pain and fatigueWorld as mirror, leaden and grey,Diffusely menacing.I am striving, clawing, screaming soundlessTo achieve,To keep moving,To not lie down and sink into nothingness,Watching this strange puppeteer within, choking on tears and jagged thoughts.Glutted with it, infectious, lost.I know this place, it's denizens, it's truthsThis wild … Continue reading Recursive →

There are times I am the mighty stranger reaching through the darkness Atremble with memories living in every sinew Culmination of a thousand pauses, a thousand thousand times that hurt followed in that dark For years we called them demons Parroted popular advice to love them, let them be your friend As though it were … Continue reading Giant →