I Am
I Am Victim, Perpetrator and Rescuer Creatrix.
(Yes.)
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like honey sunlight
The way your voice fills the room like honey sunlight your tongue touching a certain place in your mouth– I lean in. (aching) Words spill recklessly from your beautiful mouth unfiltered and weighted, the pressure of them sticks to me no–not the pressure, the power it has a…
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haiku of knowing
steeped in paradox words and more words on paper my body just knows
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falling together
“Some things fall apart so better things can fall together.” ~Marilyn Monroe I had a dream that I was the Queen of Wands. Walking with great purpose into the darkness with my torch burning brightly, I offered Light to whomever needed it. I was strong but young and a bit foolish. Sometimes, I would forget…
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"Plastic" for Photo Friday
This is my daughters’ plastic horse which was given to them by my Mom. They love her and bring her oats and water. It’s very dear. I had a real horse that looked very much like her when I was a girl. Her name was “Lady” and she was both my best friend and my…
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homecoming
singing bowl rosewater and tears fingers pressed on tender skin the xx our union burst of sandalwood in moment of surrender candelight shimmering a shower of sweat and whispers of devotion morning light
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still waitin' [i wish on every star above]
I suppose if my Dad loved me– if he showed he cared, I would have believed I was lovable. But he didn’t and I didn’t. And I tried to fill up that hole– spackle spackle pound pound hammer hammer. But it didn’t work. So today, I’m trying to find ways to love myself. I’m starting…
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