in autumn
in the burgeoning light
of a new day
the songbird
eats honeysuckle fruit
getting stronger
reclaiming
gifts she once left behind
to share freely
in the rain
she is cleansed and renewed
returning home
After years of long, black hair, I had my hair whacked off and bleached. I decided I needed to try platinum at least once in my life so here we go! Making this change in identity has been an interesting one. I get WAY more attention out in the world being blond which I was…
Leave a comment This piece says everything about what I want (and have) in community. In my relationships. In my work. And what I offer folx. After a couple of years of strange relationship dynamics, what I know for sure is I have some really loyal and dear folx in my life and I’m so…
Sometimes I wish I was on my horse and sometimes I wish I was anywhere but here
In the past couple of months, I have had numerous people tell me that they are having an affair on the internet. They are living in some kind of liminal place with someone that is either married or lives really far away while meanwhile their life falls to shit and they wait for the day–the…
at dusk, hundreds of crows were flying to the southeast in a sky of watermelon juice (and she sent me to see them. go to the front! just go!) at noon, we were eating french pastries and chatting about girl things (she looked at me with those unnervingly wise eyes) this morning, i kissed my…
I could not have known what love is if I had never felt this longing. Anything done to excess becomes boring except this overflow that moves toward you. ~Rumi