Robins wrench worms from the softening earth,
trilling songbirds pour their song into the wide sky,
Narcissus flirt with vibrant skirts
and a thousand shades of green dance in ardent winds.
Oh Spring!
Penetrate me with your turgid madness!
I surrender.
playing in the sunshine and trickery with Loki a red herring–killed with my own knife– makes for a nice dinner amidst the curling, fragrant honeysuckle
All of the paradox and contradictions. I always wished I could make pretty things. I wish I was a pretty thing. But what’s true is I am messy and complicated. I make more messes. I make pretty messes. I’ve been doing some inner calibration lately and ran across this journal entry from earlier this year. …
she waits with an eternal ellipses like still water after a storm Animus lunges forward toward her stillness –ready ready to receive his turgid embrace delicious Divine dance tantric transmutation they merge exhaling whispered longing circling back to their unknown, unspoken joy she waits with an eternal ellipses like still water after a storm ***…
the girls and me from the archives “Life is filled with suffering, but it is also filled with many wonders, like the blue sky, the sunshine, the eyes of a baby. To suffer is not enough. We must also be in touch with the wonders of life. They are within us and all around us,…
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…
In the past 24 hours, my perception of the digital age has shifted dramatically. Perhaps it’s been coming for many years (possibly since my heart was broken via the internet but that’s a story for a different day) or perhaps I just got a quantum leap kick in the ass. What I do know that…