In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that light becomes this art.
~Rumi
as translated by Coleman Barks
I finally told you that you can’t make me love you and I can’t make me love you. I finally told you your anger is your own and that I will no longer let it in. (for I am far too precious to be maligned) I finally told you to let go. I have. Here’s…
her fingers so soft on tight flesh sinuously stroking the deepest innerworkings (shadow dance) his complexities and contradictions had her wanting more the deep empty beckoned erotically entangled in the black, hollow void stripped bare of personal desire mesmerized and aching the stillness pulling and engulfing wet madness dripping off the edges union became a…
it was too close to the bone so I made this instead…
In my Free Will Astrology reading for this week, Rob Brezny urges me to “Surrender to the naked truth of what you love,” in order to open the door to my future. What follows is an unfiltered free write on the naked truth of what I love. The naked truth, after all, is a big…
single leaf falling
life brings little moments of everyday astonishment like smelling the sea air infused in morning moisture or feeling the tenderness of a heart miles away (just knowing) memories of tireswinging summers with loud thunderCLAPS mud pies and the love of mother of dust on my tongue watching my dad shoot a rattlesnake (integration) seeing, feeling,…