Letting Lucy Go To Sleep

To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go. Mary Oliver   Lucy came into my life during a dark... Continue Reading →

Winter Sun

Originally published on Anima Monday It’s always the strangest sensation. I look up from the 15-inch screen that has consumed my day, and remember that I exist in a physical realm. I close the laptop, and take a moment to notice the sunlight pouring into my living room. I open the window, and take a... Continue Reading →

Harvest Moon

Come and lay with me, here in the amber leaves. Don't tell me anything. No whispers; no promises you want to keep and won't. Do not dare to name the names my dreams are longing to hear - and whatever you do, don't say any one of the single things my breath is holding itself... Continue Reading →

Memento Mori

Sometimes I think I would not mind, if this was it. Have I not lived a long life already; Have I not lived, and loved, as deeply as anyone hopes to? I would have only one request, perhaps - if this was it - And it might be, "Give me ten days, or all of... Continue Reading →

The Shadow of Truth

When did my truth become my shadow? When it became a shroud I laid on others like a blanket - "I know who you really are." When I could no longer see the person beneath that which I already "know" about them. Religion colors truth. "God sends people like that to hell." Politics colors truth. "They shouldn't... Continue Reading →

A Summer Storm

The skies opened in the early evening. I was folding my laundry, neatly; domestically. You should never put a window in the laundry room. Unexpectedly you will have to choose: the great immensity of the wild outdoors; the calm clutter of your daily life. Tap, tap, tap. Raindrops like small pebbles on the glass; calling... Continue Reading →

Scarlet Stars

There are two kinds of Knowing. Here is the first: When the marine layer is low, the amber streetlights refract in such a way that the white froth upon the tide is tinted red. This I Know, and like so many scientists, fancy myself wise for Knowing. In my homeland this is called a "bloody"... Continue Reading →

Ocean Soul

It was a half-moon last night, waxing. A friend and I went to the beach, to watch the white-tipped waves wash upon the sand. My friend pointed out the stone jetty – a narrow, rocky path that stretched out some way into the sea. You mean we could climb those rocks and have the ocean... Continue Reading →

Restless

The winds were wild today. They got inside me, whispering songs of darkness and undergrowth, thorny branches scraping starry skies. Like a fool, I thought of you, and wondered if you remembered me too. We were young together; wild within ourselves. We ran through the night like silent shadows and sought out the dark places... Continue Reading →

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