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Revolutions

My tired eyes look up and spot the fan, turning revolutions like a beating heart, steady and slow to the music, creating sensuality where before there was none and it does it without being noticed, by most how often do we feel like the fan, turning revolutions like a...

Sometimes I Need To

Sometimes I need to write and write and never stop keep going let the words flow because this is where I dream. I plant the seeds in my words, I water them with attention I feed them with love I nourish them with my desire To bring them out of my depths and into the...

The Space

The space has long since ceased being theirs. It held on being hers for 8 years after her death, even as he filled the oven with plastic bags, even as fewer and fewer people came to visit Once we moved in, bit by bit the balance of belongings shifted from theirs to...

The Story

Part 1. The book was sitting there. It’s cover looked almost new even through its years of use. It had been kept well. The cover was dark blue, so deep that one could get lost just staring at it. It sat there, alone. It was the last thing in the room. Everything else...

I Could Not Bury You

To pick up the shovel, I could not do it. To bring the earth to meet the metal, I could not do it. To stand beside you, lowered now into the earth, All I could bare to do was hide behind a wall of love, And cry. Told that it would be healing, bring closure How Could...

Life Repeats Itself

We ordered Chinese food as we gathered as family Three generations getting closer to becoming two I sat at the table with her, opening fortune cookies, and laughing I wish I remembered what they said but the message was clear – Life repeats itself And life gives...

Twenty Years Ago I…

Twenty years ago I could not see the storm that was brewing in her body – neither could the scans Twenty years ago I lived in the body of a twelve year old in a space in between Twenty years ago I was ravaged by the legacy of a depression gripping my mind that...

Down into the Darkness

I traveled under the mountains and thought of those from whom I come Traveling down into the darkness with no promise of survival, for survival I think of her memory, of her watching her mama learn her intuition was strong, learn her son had died, there underneath the...
I am the woman grown from…

I am the woman grown from…

I am the woman grown from young girl grown from women who tucked their dreams away in the folds of their clothes, and cried, or didn’t, over what could have been. I am the woman grown from young girl grown from seeds that were planted in Russia and Poland. I am the...

When the Thoughts are Gone Come Dawn

In semi-sleep the obvious often appears. The joys that have become shoulds. The parts of us that reside deep in our bones. The dreams that have been dormant and are ready to wake. Sometimes, as I find myself drifting off to sleep, a realization or idea strikes me, and...