I must make home within my own heart, my broken, busted, earthquaked heart full to the brim with memories and hope and earth with the possibility of something new to grow. You have to clear the field before you plant. The death of all the past year, of who I was, has to happen as… Continue reading Homeward Bound
Samhain approaches, the veil thins. The moon beckons me closer to her while the harvest begins to yield bounty. Wheat and corn husks rippling in the breeze, apples and pumpkins; as bright as any Christmas ornament catch my eye as I pass their fields. I love the look of hay bales, mums and gourds. I… Continue reading Blessed be!
(For every girl who choses herself over the prince and consequently becomes the evil witch in his re-telling of the fairytale.) I had all the makings of a cinderella. My hair in the light was as luster-ridden as any. My eye sparkled up at him for years. But my heart never felt right in the… Continue reading A Fairytale
She stands on the balcony silhouetted in the light. But first she had to crack the stone to get through. First she had to lose it all. That looks different each time around. And we may not realize it all the time but we lose often. Sometimes the loses are small: a bobby pin, a… Continue reading What light through yonder window breaks?
Last night the moon came down and kissed me awake. She whispered about you. She said she’s had you in her glow for quite some time. She told me to be patient. She mentioned I had to prove I was worthy for you in the same way I would be worthy to befriend an ocean… Continue reading Mabon
This morning, while watching the sun peek over the roof of the house across the street, I saw a little brown butterfly float so gently she looked like a leaf falling from the tree. That is how I feel getting to know you. Like I am both falling and floating. Moments of ease punctured by… Continue reading Canine
I hear crickets. The even hum of them, the inhale and exhale of their sound. I hear them beyond the air conditioner in the hall, and my fingers on the keys, and the traffic from 83. I hear them as I fall asleep at night, I hear them when the evening sets and the sun… Continue reading crickets
April 2018 This is what you do, my pet, when the airplane of your love has gone up in smoke: You land it (maybe) in the best way that you can. You let it rest on the grounds of some open field in the middle of nowhere where all is unrecognizable, including the tremor in… Continue reading Now and then