imprints

ByKymberlee May 11, 2011

imprints

cut grass
tattooed arms

lone star
carved in skin

new bruise
on my back

your love
brands my heart

art | healing | love | mystery | truth

Spirit and Matter

ByKymberlee February 19, 2007

When I am deeply rooted in my own power and take full responsibility for my life, my spirit can soar free. My spirit is not beholden to gravity and the rules of the physical world but my body is. The nature of reality, according to many belief systems is that the physical world is an…

mystery | sexuality | the delicious now

play.

ByKymberlee February 16, 2011

there was the music and the word play (and the laughter) there was the cat toy with the feathers (and how it came to life) there was the teasing and the falling into (and your sleepy eyes) there was the offer and the play (and the kisses) and now… i can’t stop smiling thank you…

angel of the quake [or the patriarchy is crumbling]

ByKymberlee January 9, 2018October 29, 2019

angel of the quake she clings to his leg holding up the fractured pillars (white marble with purple veins) she clings to him looking up with such devotion (the master feeds her) she clings to his leg holding on to a crumbling world she is in the rubble now her hands bleeding seeking his eyes…

photography | poetry | self-excavation

New Directions

ByKymberlee September 4, 2007

Outside there is a thin wind flirting with the trees it has teased the curtains into dancing; I keep time in my head. Memorizing the seasons, I touch things as if my fingers will learn them again; weary of explanations, at mid-life I am more comfortable with the truth. Outside, the mountain ash hangs heavy…

homecoming

ByKymberlee May 25, 2011

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

wound tending

ByKymberlee June 27, 2011

I cut myself yesterday at a party. My daughter came over and blotted my sliced knee with a paper towel, dabbing gently. It was very dear. We asked the hostess if she had any bandaids. She came back with them along with some antibacterial cream. As she dabbed at my cuts, I thanked her for…

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