All That’s Left Unfelt

All That’s Left Unfelt

I wasn’t even sure how to start this post because it seems to me that I write about the same things over and over. And then it seems that I confuse my writing with my thoughts because, for me, they are so closely linked. What has been smack-dab in front of my...
The Sigh and The Bliss

The Sigh and The Bliss

this crater of longing is endless; it’s madness. I look to you to fill it. be sane for me, be peace, be love. I look to you to complement me. be my other half, my saviour, my light. because this pit in my stomach is aching; it’s taking me down. and I want...
These Spirits I Live With

These Spirits I Live With

I’ve got a way with riding out these full moons, these sand dunes The ebb and flow, the push and pull, the ups and downs of life. I ride it too close, cling too hard. I buy in; I feel the guilt. I take it all to heart. Let’s start over. The voices and the...
Better.

Better.

  Breaking through and touching down- It’s a process. We want to rush things. We want to be better now and we can’t love ourselves until we are. It’s backwards, but it’s OK. Truly. It’s OK to need others. It’s OK to change your...
She Stole

She Stole

You are not alone, sweet one. Though you doubt yourself most terribly and build such glamorous walls. I am with you. You watch with hungry eyes and stalk with a fragile cunning. I know this. I know you. You are not alone. Though time and bodies separate us and fate...
Women of Light

Women of Light

A dip down into brushfires, smoke in my hair, but the flames will never burn me. A skim across frozen waters, cold to the touch, but the frost will never bite me. I am of the moon and stars. A woman of light, of mire and might. Boundless and free, you can never...
Crushed.

Crushed.

Crushed. Between waves, between shores. We have been crushed. Bordering two thoughts: One a pull-under into dark and frightening waters, The other a graceful release to the Light. Created in a faceless void of longing, we wade. Yet it’s all a dream, a...
This Is Us

This Is Us

  And from a place I told myself I would not dare enter again, I love him. Though not entirely against my will, it is with hands shaking, fingers scratched and bloodied that I go to him. My heart beats long and heavy, aware of the weight, aware of the pain, the...
A Way

A Way

  He sees more than he says and feels much more than he’d ever confess, but there’s a way to him. There’s a way through the vines and the steel, straight into a soul he claims will never heal. ‘I like the sadness,’ he says. ‘It suits me.’ It suits him until...
She’ll Forgive the Stars

She’ll Forgive the Stars

She’ll forgive the stars when she gets there. Right now it’s rocks and shoots and things with roots, but she’ll get there. She’s caught in the tangled trill of the underground, turning over the same stones, tripping over the same branches, but...
Faith

Faith

This is where the faith comes in. In the cackling whispers of doubt where all you do is dumb, dim, fruitless. You can do this. You can loosen your grip, and you won’t trip. We won’t let you. This is where the faith comes in. When the path ahead is...
Welcome Here.

Welcome Here.

Come to me with secrets, with quiet guilty whispers, head hung low, shuffling feet. Come to me with stifled sobs, with naked shame, and white teeth that bite your bottom lip. Come to me. Sweep your hair from your eyes, steeple your hands in request. Be willing....