This time I came crawling back. Head down, slow approach, looking up shyly for permission. Respectfully I reach out to touch, I understand the distrust. For how many times have I run off to taste some other flavor of myself. For how many times have I bounded back. High on promise, loaded with gifts of … Continue reading Let it Last
Invite a man in to taste this space, And he better know how to tread light, Respectful. This is a womb of intuition, A woman cave. Honor the hand prints on the wall. This mind, this delicately sculpted grace, Years in the making, Thoughts carefully aligned, Boundaries steadily defined, Words meticulously chosen, To share honest … Continue reading A Work of Solitude
At what point was I supposed to be jaded? Did it pass or is it still to come? Because I remember those elders telling me years ago, teaching me so young About that thing called idealism, and why it won't work And how their skepticism, their worry, might serve me better In the long run. … Continue reading Jaded?
Rune stones, like throwing bones, like reading tea or coins or tarot. I’m groping through this bag of smooth clay charms, hoping something else will give me an answer. Our desire for destiny, a divine plan, and our need to break the mystery. Again in transition, always in between it seems. And spun to exhaustion … Continue reading Little Steps
Discussing the pitfalls of alcohol from the edge of a bar stool You nod and agree, emphatically, and sip from the drink glued in your hand My island, my friend, I meet you again, years down the street, I wonder if you might have changed Or perhaps me, if I might have loosened up But … Continue reading Little Plastic Cup