Entry 72315- Unknowing as an Art

   Imagine for a moment  that your language is as foreign as the many you don’t understand. Your thoughts are jibberish nonsense. You have no tongue. Imagine, for a moment,  there’s no home in your words. Your ideas are now timeless. Cells renew raceless,  Self as you know it exists borderless. Consider this your greatest…

Entry 71815- Home Made

Waking up, it was quiet in the small home I made, of small and precious items. Bright petals ripen to life in the sunlight and every unanimated thing rests for use, mine. This is new, still. Home used to be full of choices that weren’t my own. The sweet- Where I grew up, it smelled…

Entry 71415- Twisted Tongues

Just wondering if we speak the same language, words fall heavy on my ears mind rephrases it “don’t go, love you so.” Heart warms up an embrace on the hearth. You mean to say I’ve been wrong, I’m sure. Being sorry, I feel more feminine. More worthy than asking if you could change, for once….

Entry 71315- Stand

   The cup overflows; left out in a storm, it did what it could.  I watched the glass fill with new drops, pushing out the old,  the same element both forceful as it stood defenseless as it fell: itself/another, everything/nothing My thoughts are much the same, these days. Defenseless as they rise up to reframe…

Entry 71115- The Well-Deep Thought Mine

My twisted belly knows it squeezes, rocks My beating heart knows meaty life-giver My chattering fingernails know clipped short, still claws My restless feet know “no dancing” say angry heels  My red streaked eyes know Burning tears come and go They know what I should’ve done.  They are punishing me for not following their lead,…

Entry 71015- The Things I Wanted to Tell You

The things I wanted to tell you dance fast along in my mind. Nights I sleep on these thoughts. The lines and syllables dissolve into my dreams, into moments -nearly tangible- I have in dreams. They are never like pictures. The ideas about what could be are always in motion. They are blue and green…

Entry 7615- The No Cry Woman

The  curse can be a blessing if you know how to take it. Into your folds and dimples, the sore spot between your teeth no lover ever noticed. A secret some of us women, with thighs like magnets for eternal questions, learn in time is you don’t get good in this body thinking “how to…

Entry 7715- A Bird with One Wing

  To navigate with a single eye, One must employ a range of forgotten sensory powers. Inner ears attune to map slopes and peaks by echoes near, and further, and further still. Skin prickles and warms in the air, taking note of the surroundings. We get closer and closer to what we are seeking on…