moments we never forget

ByKymberlee December 20, 2010

with flaming swords

ByKymberlee December 24, 2010

Qasida of the Woman Prone by Federico Garcia Lorca To see you naked is to remember the Earth, the smooth Earth, clean of horses, the Earth without reeds, pure form, closed to the future, confine of silver. To see you naked is to understand the desire of rain that looks for the delicate waist, or…

love | photography | self-excavation

the tangled questions

ByKymberlee July 26, 2007

When I probe into the tangled questions in my heart and examine the underbelly of it all, I feel like I cannot bear to look anymore. I feel like I cannot breathe. Then a friend comes a long and tells me how brave I am and how much I inspire her or how much she…

grace | healing | photography | self-excavation | the delicious now

a slice of now.

ByKymberlee November 28, 2011

There is no poem in my heart today, only a deep recognition of my growth and my humanity. I realized today that I have reached a place in my life where I can sit with sorrow, grief and “imperfection” without looking away or trying to fix it. Not every day, perhaps, but often. I realize…

bricolage project day 12 [know]

ByKymberlee October 12, 2015October 29, 2015

“We are more often frightened than hurt; and we suffer more from imagination than from reality.” – Lucius Annaeus Seneca Today’s random word is know and comes from Men Undressed: Women Writers and the Male Sexual Experience. I’ve been pondering gender identity lately. There’s been a lot coming out about toxic masculinity and the harm it causes. I’ve been noticing where this lives in my own heart…

healing | mystery | photography | poetry | the delicious now

pilgrimage

ByKymberlee November 26, 2010

in this time between seasons as the wheel turns and the days darken, the cold becomes turgid then flaccid and again– disorienting to this body that craves comfort. on a pilgrimage in the forest i am held and feel the soft earth ‘neath my feet. my warm breath is a bouquet of white flowers greeting…

free range (love)

ByKymberlee September 27, 2018November 2, 2019

I’m writing this to just get it out. To put it down. I found a smattering of random notes in my writing desk. There are pages and pages of observations. I’m putting them here because I think maybe there is a theme but I may only find it by sharing. I also don’t want to…

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