Blind contour infused with memory and a Scorpio moon.
May your edges help you honor your softness, dear reader.
I could trace the outline of your soul Well, I could try but it moves Like Mercury Like when I broke a thermometer as a girl And the mercury was so slippery And my mom told me stay away because Mercury is poison. But I wanted to play with it! Slippery Poisonous Fascinating It was…
foot in foot out valve open and shut hiding and workarounds half truths and longing terminal conflict not infinite love driving this soul the path of Love has no place for hiding unguard the heart and watch miracles happen
Fly. Over their symbolic violence…
A Blessing: May the fruits of summer…
Recently, I spent several hours alone at The Frye Art Museum drinking in the “Moment Magnitude” exhibit. I wrote pages in my journal. Random things I overheard people saying, snippets from the art descriptions or the videos and my own feelings and thoughts that arose. I also took pictures of things strangers had posted in…
I find it remarkable and not terribly surprising that she was an award-winning, prolific writer but isn’t widely known.