If one day you desire to find me, don’t look for me here. Search for me in the quiet space, that place where only you and I can dwell. There will be no more hunger for my body but instead a hunger for my soul. There will be no more pretense, only naked and raw…
Category: experimental
belief collector
i collect beliefs and put them inside glass jars, rubber sealed and sometimes placed in the sun. i shake them to see if they will blend. some converge, others diverge. all are creations living inside us, changing us, moving us to imagine the seemingly unimaginable. each belief remembers its birth, others remember birthing nations; others…
filtered kiss
Having fun with filters today! Do you have any favorite filters you’d like to share?
channeling dark sexy
Sharing a cool, dark filter. Today is play day!
pieces of me
i sprinkle pieces of me at your feet, like rose petals, to soothe your soul from the unforgiving earth. each piece is memory reborn, slipping into your world, melding with your memories, a thin silk thread connecting us in ways we may not feel until many tomorrows have come and gone.
on the edge of rest
Photo Challenge: Edge I cannot sit. The edge is too near, too daunting. The cloth is stripped away as surely as my soul is stripped of the bravery to simply sit and let life unfold as it should. I look over the edge of what would bring me rest and remember that life is in…
i am not what you seek
I am not what you see or seek in the mirror. I am me, living inside my skin, carrying blood and bone through time.
blue elegance
Writing Prompt: Elegant Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. The waters are not blue. They are the mirror for the royal skies that look down at an elegant white-blue swan reflecting off the mercurial lakes of a thousand lazy yesterdays. The swan glides across the time engorged waters, filled with stories…
gaia
Gaia I am in awe. Life. It sings to my soul. New Songs. Honor it now. Earth.
i want to tell you something
i want to tell you something. i want you to know how sorry i am that i could not save you. maybe it was never my job. i don’t know. all i know is that i wanted to see you flourish in a world filled with people fighting their way toward extinction. i wanted to…
burn with anger, woman
Burn with anger, woman. Your fire voice was temporarily extinguished with water, but you did not let it drown you. You turned everything that touched you to steam. The destroyers dissipated into the air, mixed in with the ancestors who lost their way and told un-truths about the place of woman. They now mourn their…
burn with anger, woman was originally published on zaji
land of mind
My mind grows, inch by inch, into a place where all of nature exists and evolves.
the clouds in prayer
The clouds interlace fingers seeking prayer, an impassioned supplication to the un-gods. They spread across skies gathering stories of un-time, spaces inside cycles that collect memories we will never touch, nor taste. Nor see. Clouds beseech the un-gods, begging for intervention. But the gods are children of a lesser world, Earth merely a blue and…
see
we are here to see the impossible sometimes through the night other times through the rain we must see inside self see inside the places we’ve forgotten exist
threads of memories
I live inside this skin of flesh, blood and bone. I am fragile life dreaming of infinity. Threads of memories stitch themselves to the stars. A corner of the sky is clothed in my stories, twinkling down upon a life force remembering when it was un-flesh.
time leaves
one day, when time leaves snow will be warm and the sun green. the ancestors will return and birth, painless. knowledge drinkable and love no longer for sale. i will be the birds i envy. they will walk in human skin. when time leaves i will understand the un-now and know the meaning of living.
words come
i read the wind. the words color me in shades of scented gardenias. the words take to the clouds, and write their sex song. i am churned by the scent of ecstasy. my yoni rises to meet you in between the rough sentences. words come. they come, and come. the wind writes its stories on…
the cauldron
the moon waits for me. i become the terpsichorean, naked, fragile, unclothed in darkness. my hips are my cauldron. i stir. i stir for the babies not yet conceived. i stir for love and longing. i stir for survival. i wait for the moon. and it waits for me. i stir.
word scientist
Writing Prompt: Whisper Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Most of what I write is an experiment where I allow words to cascade from my fingertips and walk about in the world, naked and unashamed. I let them roam free so they may discover themselves. You could call me a word…
blue world
I won’t be saved by you. Only the sky can save me from this blue world wondering how it came to be.