Snake in My Spine

Snake in My Spine

The snake in my spine is tired of lying. Tired of pretending that all this light fell from the sky or was gifted by some God. Of pretending she did not make it herself – of flesh and heart and complete darkness. The snake in my spine is tired of hiding. And...
Friday The 13th Ghosts

Friday The 13th Ghosts

I’ve been sick this week. Please enjoy my feverish Friday the 13th (holy day of the goddess) reflections… Those thick dark hands of the cosmos wrap around mine. They are sparkling with milky stars. The great mystery lifts my body up to get a good look at me....
Friday The 13th Ghosts

Guardians of the Sacred Songs

I will not trust the old life. The shrinking life. The ones who close in on me like a trap. Who tell me what I am fated to and for. I will not get too comfortable here. I will not listen to someone else’s story of me, even if it is flattering. I will not let their...
Lean In

Lean In

Lean close to anyone who lives close to the mouth of the river. Anyone who lives to dip, drink, swim in the headwaters from which all things flow. These are the ones you are looking for. The ones who speak a lot, or speak a little. The ones who looks completely sane,...
I Don’t Know What Love Is

I Don’t Know What Love Is

I don’t know what love is but I know how to watch stars drip from the sky. How to lay on my back during a meteor shower and feel that light surge through the night of my body. Burning through my separateness, my greed, my forgetting that I am all of it. I know how to...