From a Previous Harvest

From a Previous Harvest

This felt like it needed to come back out and play. Friday’s Poem 11.15.13 Our cocoons are Opening up Lots of things Gifts Losses Changes Like wings unfurling Strengthened through pressure Slow cracks Bits of light and air Filtering through mucus Change is wet...
Phone It In

Phone It In

  I love the people in my life who converse with my spirit. They call in miracles. These are my sisters. My people.    
Black Mermaids, Fae, and Less Apology

Black Mermaids, Fae, and Less Apology

On the fence of first times, I find a new song about a Black Mermaid’s rarity So, I looked up the songwriter, only to find her ‘Black mermaidery’ symbolic She says she “will teach you how to love…,” and she will “wait for you...
Close to the Air

Close to the Air

New fields, new ground New places to stand and look around Blooming beautifully sometimes looks like letting go Unraveling completely Like drowning Two centimeters Until the air I’m still there …in a way The voice, my own Calling out, finally grown...
Fall

Fall

Sunshine and water are in the air, and I don’t care I’ve been dreaming of pumpkins and apples. My daughter has taught me I basically tolerate other seasons of the year I’m not sure why But it’s alright My dreams are full-fledged And walking up...