My RaI’ve been seeing ladybirds everywhere. So much so, I looked up the spiritual meaning of the ladybird. Oh boy.May 1, 20212May 1, 20212
Anti-Scones and Forgotten Spaghetti; on an Unvaccinated Island(plus — I’m in The Guardian!)Apr 26, 2021Apr 26, 2021
Sufferable AuthenticityI stood close to death once. Saw its wide-mouthed clawing for breath. Saw the stillness, too. And its proximity to magic. I was afraid and…Apr 13, 20211Apr 13, 20211
This Old BodyI think I saw a fairy nestled in the crook of my elbow. But by the time I got a good look at her, she was gone. And now my arm feels…Apr 8, 2021Apr 8, 2021
HeI held his face in my hands. Wanted to push my fingers into his beard, but this was about him. Takes a few minutes to be able to nurture —…Apr 2, 2021Apr 2, 2021
The Book of SeedsThe way my daughter arranges her limbs now gives me constant pause. Doesn’t topple from the nest anymore. Found her wings. There are…Mar 20, 2021Mar 20, 2021
Shame and the Death of Positive ThinkingI’m all possibility. Promise. Potential. Hurts. Like a yoke around my neck. That’s some kind of torture. Seeing what you could be, but…Mar 19, 2021Mar 19, 2021
Unsticking a GoddessI can feel my Goddess, but dimmed, you know? Stayed by violent acts and gendered expectations. How do you unstay a Goddess? Unstick the…Mar 12, 2021Mar 12, 2021
Stardust and LoveJoni Mitchell said we’re made of stardust. I touch my knee; try to feel the stardust bits. Nothing. Move my hand to my ribs, cheek, crown…Mar 8, 2021Mar 8, 2021
Trauma-BagsHe’s big, my island. And warm; sunny. I move toward him. Bridge-slinging. I like the unendingness of him. Can anchor my baggage to him —…Mar 6, 2021Mar 6, 2021
