I sharpened them just for you,Cat clawing from the barrel only to reach the impenetrable layer. Back to the bottom,Hollow and damp, Harvest light cracking through the seams and I can smell and feel the other side despite being contained. I shaped the wind,Wrapping it tightly around my oppressor,I shook the earth with might,I shattered … Continue reading Get In Get Out
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Removed but close enough,Heart tightening for what's to come,Making me question where we end and another begins,This God, weaved like fabric into every inch. This is how we learn the lessons of strangers,And you are anything but, Because I see you,In your wildflowers resembling spilled paint,In the wind that rolls through with the right words,In the … Continue reading …
Leakey, Texas
Leakey, Texas.Thinking of you in these hills,Sisters barefoot and isolated,Only the trees lending an ear to your exceptionally curious minds,My own heart healing while honoring my unconditional love for you,And you.
Stay Still, Don’t Spill
Stay still, don’t spill,How many hours of different ceilings I’ve stared I couldn’t say,Body straight, you travel,burning, reminding. Don’t be upset,Don’t get anxious,Because like an ear to train tracks,It listens, It scouts, they vibrate.Like a conductor in symphony,It points, it waves, they play. My bittersweet reminders,How many must I have?Through pain and challenged vanity,I SLOW,I … Continue reading Stay Still, Don’t Spill
Let it Rest
I took you out and admired your "so-called" perfection,Brand new, vibrant,I was curious and excited about all the places we could go,All the memories we could make, But everything new gets old,And it's the endurance, The aged authenticity that makes us grow in our relationships with ourselves and others,And while I aged with scars and … Continue reading Let it Rest
The American McHealing Journey
A competition, A time frame,An end. “Heal, motherfucker!” A strong arm,An ultimatum,An empty pocket. “I’m healed!” A right of passage,An ego,An expert. “Step right up! I’ll be your shaman for $1000.”
Probity
I see you,Your probity beaming bright on my lack thereof.Slapping the lies I’ve ingested and built as my own.I’ve temporarily pleased off the pain of others,Only to be left starving and lone.Don’t be distracted by those who mistake your presence for impairment,Because we need you and I see you.And although at my most weak moments … Continue reading Probity
Please Stay
Light peeking through the curtains, I smile with a sigh of relief.Today, I can see you,I even went to the roof to admire your rise.Making up for all the days your presence fails to penetrate my pit,Not today, I can see you sun,I mean really see you.Please, please stay.
CONVERSATIONS WITH ASSHOLES 