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 →

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 →

On Keeping a Soft Heart

It is morning, the sun unfolding upon me as I push back the heavy drapes. I explain my plans to replace them to my lover, half-drowsing; I don’t know if he hears, both of us tangled together, lovingly sleepy. It doesn’t matter. Serenity, as our spirits slowly un-entwine; serenity, as we regain our Selves beneath... Continue Reading →

Rain

It rained last week. The promise of fresh grass and damp soil opened the window of my small dorm with expectant zeal. But the only scent that met me was wet, stained tarmac, and the city’s heavy, waterlogged smoke. It is hard to move the body when it is depressed. Limbs that are usually eager... Continue Reading →

My Hands

We never talked much towards the end. We never talked about the things that mattered, the things that hurt, or the things that were killing us, slowly. We especially didn't talk about the thing we killed. We parted like leaves being drawn by separate winds, and I later learned you had no idea why; and... Continue Reading →

Where the West Wind Moves

It was cloudless last night. The moon was new and sharp, shining so brightly that the rest of the world was shrouded in perfect velvet black. The wind was wild, and the trees that lined the streets were being whipped into demonic frenzy. The air was alive, and just stepping out into it made the... Continue Reading →

How To Approach Unchartered Heart Territory

  {Photo via Pinterest} “Though your destination is not yet clear You can trust the promise of this opening; Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning That is at one with your life’s desire.” ~ John O’Donohue I made a blog in university and called it What Do You Call a Rabbit That Hasn’t after a piece of... Continue Reading →

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