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 still...

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....

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 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 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...

Recently, I was tubing behind a speed boat on one of those big floating contraptions. There were three of us piled into the front end of this plastic chute, gripping onto its handles as we readied. The boat lurched forward and instead of skimming lightly on top of the...

I found myself in darkness recently. A haze, confusion, loss, doubt pulled over me in heavy grey. Not nothing, not everything, the sickly in-between place. No direction feels like the right one. And staying put doesn’t feel right either. A place devoid of life or...

Make your list. Set your intentions. What do you want? When? How? Burn the list. Let the wind eat the ashes. Watch flowers come up where the ashes went down. Walk one mile backwards and upstream in an unfamiliar river in the spring time. (Empty your pockets first.)...

The sun held still for three days. This never happens. A miracle for such power to let loose across the great blue heavens. At the highest point, our sun hung there, seemingly forever. The birds stopped chirping to watch. The trees quit their waving and also stood...