From the very beginning Your eyes told me the old story Alive with a fire That drew me in I knew it would burn But I leisured in you Like a summer day So warm on my skin To blister later For the bliss of now So I can’t be angry That you burnt my… Continue reading Fly Away Home
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Starting Over
It’s not that he didn’t want to start over. Max could see a relatively compelling image of the next several years of his life: in this image he was more at ease, more successful, and things were lining up just right, and there were some new people in his life that made him wonder how… Continue reading Starting Over
Ecstasy with Emma
The drugs start kicking in almost immediately. Coming up I think is the phrase. I can tell I’m slightly off when I immediately rip open the wrapper of the granola bar before the guy even hands me my change, I’m not hungry I’ve just forgotten the order in which I would usually do things. I… Continue reading Ecstasy with Emma
Instruments of the Universe
I was younger than you when my father died In the mirror I am surprised by my own hands Stronger and older than I expect Sinking into your shoulders as you tell me this I grasp you tighter By pulling your body into mine I will make you my father In the surge Of some… Continue reading Instruments of the Universe
Brooklyn Short Story in Two Acts
“Oh shit, here he comes.” Amy looked up from the partial shelter of the doorless closet that Mike generously referred to as “the kitchen.” It did contain the box of bagels (which waited in a disintegrating antechamber every morning when Amy unlocked the back door just before dawn, along with two large pastry boxes full… Continue reading Brooklyn Short Story in Two Acts
Healing the Earth; a bedtime story
“Ok River, it’s time for sleep,” Mom said, leaning over to kiss my head. “But I’m not sleepy Mom!” I protested. “I’m wiiide awake!” “Well it’s time to become sleepy River,” Mom said in that way of hers, like she winked without winking, moving toward the door. “Wait Mom! You said you would tell me… Continue reading Healing the Earth; a bedtime story
“Tell Me What You Feel”
“Tell me what you feel” You press my hand to your heart I feel your aliveness There is nothing to fear I stand at the precipice Of myself Preparing to plunge Through the lake of mirrors Emerging in unbroken sky Of unfamiliar hue This labor I undertake With all of me For all of you… Continue reading “Tell Me What You Feel”
My Bed has Become an Island
My bed has become an island We are washed ashore there Ragged and drenched The pounding surf recedes In our ears birdsong reminds us We are alive In ecstasy we clutch the ground The blanket folds Wrinkled sand Kissing your mouth I kiss Earth And she is here Divine mother gathering us In arms of… Continue reading My Bed has Become an Island
The River
In the shower the water rushes over my shoulders as it did earlier, when I sat in the bowl of a small waterfall and let the chill gush take my breath away. In the river, I crawled like a creature; I enticed my lover as a fairy might, arranging my body in pools of sunlight… Continue reading The River
Not Listening
“You’re not even listening to me, are you?” Just like that, the magic words that bring me back to the surface. Suddenly and not suddenly at all I’m sitting across from you, my eyes scanning your too-familiar face and reading the hurt, the disappointment, these things familiar too, urging me to retreat back into myself. … Continue reading Not Listening
Queen of Elves 