Hope blew in
On the wind today
And I knew
By the way
The spanish moss swayed
All pointing me in
The same direction
Nature it seems
Is gently whispering
“Listen,
You’re not lost,
Go inward.”
-me
Hope
•October 23, 2025 • Leave a CommentWeighted
•October 12, 2025 • Leave a CommentLife is heavy
It holds us tethered
To the dirt
And if by courage
Or creativity, we
flee
Escape its weight
For a brief while
We always feel
Its claw and pull
To drag us back
Down
To the earth
For life will have
Its weighted way
Even if it kills us
-me
Artwork by Seb McKinnon
The Nerve
•August 3, 2025 • Leave a CommentThere’s a spot
On my lips
That buzzes
Like it’s trying
To tell me
Something
Or is it bound
To split my mouth
And make
The contents
Of my gut
Spill out
-me
Discovery
•July 25, 2025 • Leave a CommentThese are the days
Of buying herbs
And being still
These are the nights
Of undressing full
Under the moon
These are the minutes
Of noticing each
Minuscule difference
These are the hours
Of finding colors
Which compliment
My darkness
-me
Painting title and artist unknown
Trapped
•May 24, 2025 • Leave a CommentMy soul is stuck
An air bubble
In an antique vase
The fire that shaped
And pulled me thin
Ended before
I could find my way
Free
-me
Pulled
•May 23, 2025 • Leave a CommentThere’s a thread
That connects
To a just-tilted
World
It’s been carefully
Stitched
To my insides
Since birth
By a moon
Who worked quick
In the shadow
Of earth
My birth-blood
Still coats her
Occasionally
And I welcome
The tug
That aches
And pulls me
To the dark
Distant dreamer
She meant
Me to be
-me
Not Yet
•March 25, 2025 • Leave a CommentThe stillness of not yet
The pregnant intake of a breath
The pause of gossamered belief
The peace we borrow before grief
The fading dream till we forget
The weighted stillness of not yet
-Me
Have No Fear
•February 14, 2025 • Leave a CommentI do not quite know how
To plumb my newfound peace
For bits of beating gore
But have no fear
My famished pet
There’s tender horror in me yet
-Me
Thrum
•February 13, 2025 • Leave a CommentI hear the thrum
Of hummingbird wings
Ominous behind me
I want to turn
To meet her
And make petals
Of my salty flesh
To drain my veins
And feed her with
Any sweetness
I have left
-Me
In The Dark
•October 21, 2024 • Leave a CommentA ribbon of the past
Danced across the night sky
And I, I heaved and cried
Under such vastness
Of all the things
I will never know
-Me
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