Circles

I am tired of circling what I love. I would like to crash into my sun. We once shared cells, the sun and I. We have been apart for so long. There is a longing under my skin, calling for that crashing, smashing oblivion. The fusion of light. Dissolving back into… …who...

Come With Fierce Love

When despair climbs on top of you and you cannot see the stars, wait, wail, cough the phlegm. Remember what it was like to be born? The collapsing walls around your not yet breathing lungs, terror heaving at your throat, dark helpless thrusting, and then, new vision...

Blood + Water: Woman’s Magic

Woman’s power is in blood. Woman’s love is in blood. Woman’s medicine is in blood. Blood is given to every woman. It is up to her to create chaos or beauty, wallow or worship in these waters. When I was about 13 years old, I began to harvest blood in the magic places...

Birthday Prayers

Poem of my body, I’d like to know you. I want you to write in cursive across the floor all the ways you’ve been wronged. Make it a dance. I want to scoop you up, cradle you, let you moan your grief, your pain, your ecstasy. Poem of my body, I want to float you...

Ready

I am not ready for you, life. I would like to put you away for another year. I would not like to turn another year older this time. Make a skin of leaves that stay forever green and mud that never freezes. I will remain here. Inside my world. I will do the same things...