Death,
be my lover tonight
caress me with your bony fingers
tear out my heart.
Death
be my lover tonight
kiss me with your vacant mouth
touch my soul.
Death
be my lover tonight
crack me open with your hollow embrace
taste my innocence.
In today’s audio love note , I talk about learning how to find my worth as a womxn and caregiver despite the challenges and how I’m overcoming them.
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It’s been a minute since I’ve written on this blog, chief among them graduate school at Antioch University Seattle. I’ll be finished soon and my thesis is done. Done. It won’t be long before I have a piece of paper that says MAEd. It’s hard to believe, to be honest. It’s been a long and…
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
“Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.” ~Mary Oliver My recent list of astonishments: The ability of the human heart to overcome hatred and love anyway. The gift of community. Endless shades of orange and red. The way a smile can light up my world. The smell of Seattle rain….
I realize in viewing it that she’s less the woman in the film specifically and more a composite of many women I’ve met in homeless and domestic violence shelters…
in my bedroom on this side of the mirror, i see a world of collected treasures. many given to me by my most precious treasures– the souls i share this life with. things made by hands i have held (and loved). flowers, now dried given to me by little people with cherubic grace. (buttercups, dandelions…