121615- Cutting Hair

In the mirror I was not who I had been Before my hair grew long, down past my waist, A mass to take in stride like a sweet memory, Honey silk and thick syrup dripping,  suspended, swaying from my tired head. For every inch contained wanting.  I cut it one night,  I took up the…

121615- Grief Song

What impossible decisions I’ve made, the weight of them, The scars and time it’s taken to heal enough to breath forward. Onto what I know not. It wasn’t pulling weeds, no. It wasn’t cutting fat. God no! These impossible determinations, They’re a burning heart that makes ashes of fear And hands that tear at brush…

Entry 121115- Heart on the Ground

In a shape so clearly made of two halves, a whole, I wonder now if the invisible line that breaks them makes them broken like something shattered- Apart, but not as a quality: the fact of this matter, of the raw formation, Broken things ok with being halves of some whole from which everything flows….