the fabric of a Sunday night in Seattle
the rain comes
in torrents
ravaging the sky
pressing hard
into the earth
aching, turgid clouds
release as
I drift off
in the arms of
the Beloved
mind quiet
heart peaceful
body spent
the rain comes
in torrents
ravaging the sky
pressing hard
into the earth
aching, turgid clouds
release as
I drift off
in the arms of
the Beloved
mind quiet
heart peaceful
body spent
Him: “Is there a reason why they gave you this car? They didn’t have a small, economical model?” Me: “I chose this one. I like power and speed.” Him: “Oh.” Me: (dropping him off at the park and ride) “Which one is yours?” Him: “The blue sensible one over there.” [insert more conversation with us…
The laying in bed at midnight in the dark listening, sharing, laughing for hours. Then that quiet space in between thoughts and words where he says, “yeah…” Then exhales with a stretch. (that)
“Kiss the boys and make them cry. Don’t need your heart cuz I got mine.” This song came on randomly today and pretty much matches my mood. I don’t really want to make boys cry (much). The truth is, I am just noticing my shadow these days. Watching it get pissed off. Watching it want…
Butterflies were released from the dark places. Her heart, relieved and stronger, flung itself wider. (and she rejoiced)
For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself. From within, I couldn’t decide what to do. Unable to see, I heard my name being called. Then I walked outside. The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don’t go…
unlearning in an unclassroom One of many boxes created to contain the uncontainable. (the vastness of the universe defiantly sneers at these structures) Brave, beautiful souls baring of self in our chromatic splendor. (we are brighter than these glaring lights that cast false shadows on flat surfaces) Space within space within space.