Caudal Autotomy

The hardest part of severing emotional ties with another is letting go of the dreams that they are a part of, to erase, to forget and re-dream. The ripping away leaves you raw, tender and incomplete. As if you had severed a limb, or a much larger fraction of yourself which couldn’t be pulled free.…

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In Tranquility

  Some sat, others stood, a few danced around the fire, faces gleaming orange and soft. A chilly breeze blew in from the river and I hugged my sweater tighter to myself, recovering from the flu. The fire in the middle, bellowed with pride, energetic, excited, in youthful glee, even as it gets closer to…

Whirlwinds

Dear loved one, If I leave unannounced in the middle of the night Do not worry that I may come to harm. I do nothing that does not make my spirit dance The night’s embrace is my fortress and I will be safe I just want to soak up the moon’s rays, and revel at…

Drowned in Cosmos

When it rained... I thought about first meetings For some reason, pickles come to mind... to be eaten together. One jar riper than the other...  I think of uncertain handshakes and awkward hugs Of walking away fast  Of standing far away and watching one walk away fast Of remembered details And of details we get…

Midnight Garden

  Insomnia... A new friend. One of those things that happen to other people  I lie staring up into the dark I conjure up scenes of many colors and make a world of the ceiling I muse over how my thoughts are all in English and how unfortunate that is - the thief didn’t even…

Twitches and Echos

  The fullness left  And in its place a different kind of craving It makes the heart twitch and echos in the arm It makes you bitter and solemn Epiphany Remembrance, of self and of the many divine sources of happiness  The gift of spreading one’s heart open, of forming many centers, each absorbing the…

The All-encompassing Nothingness

  The rains, They come from the place where the stolen things return. They come with the wind which in futility tries to blow away the dirt of this world. Watching from the window, I do not understand The battle that the rains had to go through, with the wind as an ally, to break…

Woke Is Not Noisy

It does not come in a cascade It slips in during the quiet thoughtful moments It is as a stage curtain, gradually pulling apart to reveal what has always been there It is what has always been there but shielded by the need to hold onto all you grew up believing Woke is daring to…

Dancing Star

Little flower, fluff and soft Too good for our times and soils So I watch your dance from further off Little feet skip and glide   That love that's always shielded you Is ever as warm and alive Will brush out you hair and braid it so fine Two puffs and a string of daisies…

The Fullness

Beauty is the light that shines in the eyes of the shoe maker. The colors of his robes take on a life of their own. When he gets down to tie my shoe laces, my heart flutters and explodes into four thousand, four hundred and forty-four pieces. These pieces form a flower on my palms,…