There was a poem on my bedroom wall It was about outer space and being in love Erotic in the way that only metaphors can be I would read it in a rush Holding my breath until the last line And then I would read it again Because it was a perfect thing And as… Continue reading The Poem
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A Lantern
Hours after you leave, I sit still I feel it coming over me like a moonrise This emotion that makes its home in me For a little while, all at once Creating the tides of my heart Coming and going This feeling wants you It longs, it calls It forms words that lead nowhere Urging… Continue reading A Lantern
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
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
Queen of Elves 