philosophy – Queen of Elves

Gathering

I’m eighteen and I’m standing in the doorway of your house And you are telling me it’s just a phase Couched in your scorn is implied meaning That I am wrong to claim this part of me as identity And soon I will realize it I’m not surprised to hear this from you I didn’t… Continue reading Gathering

Star Child

At the time I could not comprehend– And would not until after the end– The wisdom of the choice you made: The way you left, the way you came. I’d been daily drinking from the well Of my lonely nihilistic hell, And I don’t know if I’d have ever seen That there are other ways… Continue reading Star Child

We Are

I wrote and recorded this poem at an extremely magical time and place in my life. Do you feel it as you listen?

It Is

I ran to the river I walked in up to my waist I let fall the pebbles I had been carrying To my surprise they did not sink But dissolved straight away Coming undone there in the water I thought about my life coming undone All the rooms I’ve had All the dishes I’ve washed… Continue reading It Is

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