It’s a physical pain that returns me to a sense of revery, a depth of love I had been longing for. This body once turned herself into a structure in …
Being Human poetrywhat a body can hold
Being Human poetryAlongside the Sacred River
A body can become a temple in which each organ might be played to sing the songs of god. Let me be washed by the tears that express sorrow. * …
Being Human poetry Wisdom TeachingsWhere does grief go?
I am wondering where did my grief go? It was here in the center of my chest traveling upwards towards my throat. My limbs were carrying it, and becoming too …
poetry Wisdom TeachingsZephyros
As the sun was setting, she created a glow that made for a perfect seductress to coax me from the cushion I had sunken into. In the dimming light the …
Being Human poetrywords
There were once words. A comfortable stringing together to make sense of what would otherwise be too chaotic. Over time a loss of these little stitches that thread comfort. A …
Being Human poetrya lighthouse
I told you it was okay. I told you that it was okay to let go. I told you I would hold you as you let go. I told you …
Being Human poetry Wisdom Teachingsa dozen years
It seems arbitrary that I will turn fifty. And yet this insignificance has me in an itchy way. If I should live as long as my father, I have more …
Being Human poetryNecessary Darkness
My animal self wants to tear into the earth. And then to lay at the bottom of the deepest bottom. Maybe I want to be buried. Would it be quiet …
Being Human poetryto be held
I dreamt of my sweet girl again She comes so often This time before sunrise, 35 weeks after I told her goodbye * Last night she was settled in my …
Being Human poetryTemperance
Oh life. How you break my heart. The love that aches. The auntie who watches her husband disappear. This mother that longs to hold her child. The friendships that are …