Entry 52715- The Veil 

  Earth sounds loud above,  ominous thundering breaks my concentration.  We know the sun is there, but the light is easily expelled from our vision, our skin, our memory in moments unbearable. I let rain fall on my feet.  I let it cleanse what is tired.  A chill runs up my legs,  and I know…

Entry 52315- Raw 

   We don’t always show the raw ingredients of our present emotions. Some need time to cook To be tried and tested before any talk of change. Not all of us are simply a list of needs and wishes,  a recipe,  like you, with 1, 2, 3, 4 steps  to the plate. I envy your…

Entry 52015- A Mythical Creature, Wanted

  To be known  without getting into trouble- A test of concealment, wickedly daunting for the vigorous soul. “You, you are beautiful  and you are dishonest”,  An earthy voice swallows defaming words. Tension rises. She, the reason,  who curtains off her passions, cries thick tears. Sheds a cloudy mess of sensation, takes a hot bath…

Entry 51715- The Serpent

It kills me to be this way, One foot on earth. Afraid of entering the deep, Least stable in my element. The line between Flowing/firm, In/out, Here/back there. The invisibly present past waits like a snake, watching  for the scent of my presence. Like a thief, he slips in and out into the here, now…

Weathering a Storm of the Heart

   Heartache is a creature discomfort unlike any other known to us humans. Unlike the usual sadness or despair we experience over things like a lost job, lack of parental support, or not having as many social opportunities as we’d like, matters of lost or damaged loves are particularly and broadly wrenching and tend to…

Crashing: Thoughts on a Bus

On the bus, I looked out the dirty window and wondered how many people out there wanted to survive themselves like they want to survive the world.  As I stared out the window wondering, a truck knocked into the bus three blocks from my stop. The truck driver got out and yelled at the bus…

‘Topaz’: Romance in a Violent World

 People fall in love everywhere, all the time. They fall for fellow workers and comrades. They flirt in dirty bomb shelters in much the same way they meet in beautiful marketplaces. Naked, both emotionally and physically, we are all quite similar and circumstances just make us more or less creative about finding ways into one…