Mountains

No matter how hard I try, there is not a day that goes by that I don't think about you. My heart is forever broken because you left. Somedays it's all tears and sorrow. Others are full of anger and resentment. I simply cannot grasp how you could treat me this way, after all of …

Creature Comfort

Outline of ferns imprinted on my skin Light perforates dazzling and deep Decorating hues of standing dew Secrets whisper on breezes and branches Gently remind me of an existence I once knew A bed of moss Softens the loss Heavenly crew Myths and taboo Dig into the truth It’s best not to know Your life …

Beauty and Bruises

  If you can no longer handle my truth If you can no longer handle my voice If you can longer handle my strength If you can no longer handle my beauty If you can no longer handle my bruises You no longer get to be in in my tribe

Lean Into It

Time Birth and death Obscure relevance And the space between Springing from earth surging strength Silver moments silently stolen by steaming sun Washed away in rushing rivers and rancid remains Sweetness sucked and sent back to sanctified Source Seeping memory reminders of revelry and rage Quivering thoughts of beginning and end Survive on sacrifice Wallow …

Perfume

Memories waft in and out of the here and now and past and before. Mingling in the air, she breathes and speaks of dreams and nightmares. Life woven together from bits and pieces a faint reminder. Photographs and faces are faded and wrinkled from time and worry. Forehead kisses soft and sweet, once received now …

Before she Leaves

Mom. I'm here. What are you doing? Trying to get up. Why? Because I’m going home. Not today mom. You have to stay here. Tell me what you did today? We visited the neighbors. And that Spanish man. Did he tell you about dinner? He is having dinner with dad. We have to get home …

Fragments

Trip on the weight of the world whirled through wicked window pane pain no one can hear the sound of shattering glass splintering or slowing heart beat blood spilling onto plush carpet shards puncture pallid membrane cutting couch and curtains coagulation tells you where I’ve been in case you’re looking but I know you’re not …

Find Me

There is no quiet in the wicked night Where shadows are birthed Writhing through sleep shrouded eyes Rousing her into aphotic collection Impelled toward dark thorn forest Seizing her decrepit parody Limbs whip her pallid face A splatter of red Highlights her gaunt essence Believing hue can conceive dream Silently licking blood not blood From …

Grieving the Living

The following is a full copy of the article that I referenced in my last post, Mono no Aware. Perhaps it will shed some light on why I love this phrase and why it inspired me to write about it. My best friend for over twenty years recently left me, although she is still alive. …