Oops spells Opportunity

The strains, the stagnancy of stress The emphatic escalation of emotion I can’t express It’s like the illusion of ignorance During blissful smiles of self-inflicted duress Cacao is more of a yell than chocolatey goodness Where the cacophony of my mind won’t relent Until I spill words I don’t know like blood on pavement Like... Continue Reading →

How Monsters Made Mountains

A little boy sat next to his grandmother in their backyard, looking at the mountains all around them.  “Grandmom, why are there mountains?” the little boy asked, his eyes wide and entranced in the way only children can see the world. He had removed the thumb he was sucking absentmindedly to ask his question.  The... Continue Reading →

Hell is where the heart is

Talking about rape, abortion, adoptions - also the last 20 years of my life. Don't read it if you don't want to read about yucky stuff. Go anywhere else on my blog, there's plenty.

Justice Just Is Another Word Unheard

All our problems float in sapphire skies. We can see them all so clearly. But it's hard to see, really, when our eyes are closed - albeit temporar'ly. All our problems float in an ebony sea. Drowning in rip tides of duality. When only black and white can win, no one can hear the middle... Continue Reading →

Alan Watts Meets Sons of Anarchy

I’m about to wrap up season 3 of my current Sons of Anarchy binge, and when I’m not Netflix’ing, I’m generally Mom’ing, which includes hours and hours of cleaning, cooking, and -ing ing.  Anyway, when I’m not doing the whole parenting part of Mom’ing, I typically have Alan Watts going.  There’s something beautiful about washing... Continue Reading →

Tipping Scales

What if I gave you a lock of my heart? Would you pull it around like it was string? Or tickle it to hear my laughter? Would you treasure it like pharaoh's gold Or be blind to the forevers in your hand? What if you carved that pound of flesh? Is there anything more to... Continue Reading →

Rag Doll

My soul twin, beautiful sister, and one of the most incredibly talented poets I know, Yaskhan gave me the privilege and joy of collaborating on a poem with her.  Together, we created Rag Doll.  (If you don't already follow her, please do, you'll be glad you did!) Well, I'll be damned With a swift kick... Continue Reading →

Remembering the static

When I was little, I was obsessed with collecting crystals and I was also drawn to meditation.  I remember my favorite meditation was to imagine putting all of my worries into a hot air balloon and blowing it up and away with my breathing.  I would do it every night.  Even then, anxiety was a... Continue Reading →

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