Wake

There was a vague twinge in the Universe that woke me from my dreams that night. A soft, wordless whisper that gently grazed my mind with fingers like spring petrichor, wisdom surging from strings of lavender and copper smoke, an electric static burst that exploded around me in the darkness. A message, transcribed in the … More Wake

Wisp

We’ve held little pow-wows here in our garage with our memories packed tight, worn into the kitchen table and the counter tops. The tea rings that have stained into the coffee table bear singing memories of our lives here, the last goodbye to a faded life, but here we wish you – fare thee well. … More Wisp

Sacred Ground

I can feel the earth moving underneath me, the wind from its rotation sliding its gentle fingers through my hair, the icy metal smell of winter on its gentle hands. Spinning above me swells the white woodsmoke of the mountains, the world around me spinning and my feet still grounded, the trees swaying our eyes … More Sacred Ground

Sway Instead

Who says love is only for the young? We should all try to be wild and passionate, live with the carefree hands of jaded youth, Mistakes like gold in the mouths of babes, Break the expectations of terrified parents; We don’t grow out of the ground like trees, But we might dance like them. And … More Sway Instead

Shadow Secrets

I have been in the heart of the Devil, The backbone of terrified women. I’ve suffered at the hands of sinners, Their eyes casting wide copper nets Of hate and lust. Our secrets sift to the top of our throats, Filtering out like smoky shadows from between our teeth. And this earth covers me with … More Shadow Secrets

Dream Proud

Our eyes alight across fields of grain In a dream of Sumer, long buried deep Under golden sand – the winds howl, Inanna on her mountain throwing them down, her wild war hands Strong from an eternity of throwing spears. I am the soil, dark and rich, Fertile as my name, proud as The mountains … More Dream Proud

Oh God

Oh god. This is torture. This is torture feeling two totally conflicting emotions. Loss and gain. What sights might I see! Ask me for a drink? Or coffee? I can’t decide what I’m doing. Oh god. Wander around the town I grew up in Late nights on dark streets Whispers and my head hangs low … More Oh God

Cast off Jars

Our lives wrapped up around rivers, trees, a wedding dress and rings, dried wheat in glass mason jars, laughter here and there. done. those mason jars shattered, moments dissipated like fog in the sun. our moments lost, now frail and fragile and stretched thin across the couch we’ve shared for years, across the living room … More Cast off Jars