I know why it happens // (it's because) // You're magnificent // Brilliant in your aliveness // Pulling us in like gravity.
Elsewhere
Place
Yellow, she lay False teeth, out Cheeks, sunken and pale Awaiting the hour That must come. Fears? She had none. Regrets? Perhaps a few. Concerns? There were many. Help him make sauce, she asked. He knows many things Can learn the rest But this, he will miss. He kept her photograph Black and white, warm... Continue Reading →
Queen of Life
When dusk comes // and it is time to bow out // all that ever mattered // is weighed up // (not in words). // She who conquered fear was a master in her own right.
Childhood
Childhood. // An eternity of slowing down // of peering, stopping, noticing the smallness // making sense of vastness // creating universes // and picking them apart.
Reality, Incarcerated.
You were never meant to linger here, Natalie, do somersaults in my belly // chill my bloodstream // mess with my brain.// My first published short story, 'Natalie', plays with the concept of reality.
Fall
As the November sun climbs higher // Soon to disappear out of view // I feel it // in every fiber of my being //Fall is not farewell. It is a quiet celebration// A subtle defiance// A rebellion of sorts// A dance of life.
Never Mine, Ever Thine
I dream my stories. They are not mine. Stories make up the reward for me paying attention. I know that deep down, beyond the layers, no story is mine to keep. They are mine to share, so that they might be yours.
All That Ever Wasn’t
I am not these hands, these wiry fingers, these brittle, yellowing nails. I am not this bird-like body, this hollowness, this fierce resistance to movement.
One
But if it is such, that life is one, we would be safe in inherently knowing the secret behind being alive.
The Day I Decided
The day I decided to take another path was the day my Self had become lost, quivering in a cavity, awaiting the death she knew would come. Somehow, I felt that old pull, that inexplicable connection, that weak tingling of love forgotten, and I stretched out my hand.
On Mama's Mind 