You knew all the right words, that's what made you so dangerous  A wolf in hipster’s clothes,  mascarading as informed while you kept your hand hidden under the table of white supremacy  Your position at the table always… safe,  as long as you consumed me to patch the holes selling your soul left in your ego  You knew not how to fight for my humanity,  only how to circumnavigate it I was different from the rest, and so were you…   the first wasn't a compliment, the second was

January 1st marks the beginning of a New Year for our calendar, but it is not an actual New Year. The Earth wakes up in the spring, and that is when I acknowledge the new beginnings on an earthly scale.   On a personal scale, my New Year begins in February at my birthday… in the dead of winter, when I partake in the ritual of gathering around fire and making a wish for the possibilities of another spin around the sun. In this quiet, before the Earth returns anew, I shed the s

I got louder, weirder, freer.  I broke the lock on my cage for good.  I peeked my head out and took in a deep breath, and I jumped. 

Greeting the early daylight  To shine light on the places I've forgotten Dawning a horizon of hope to chase away the nightmares

They saved me a seat at the table, but the seat was a test  Could I be controlled  Would I conform  How easily could I be consumed

But time always keeps score

You couldn't change their minds  But you never corrected their vision  Whitewashing my love with self-hate and projection

My heart makes a lovely piece of art  As the pieces lay lifeless upon our kitchen table  A final meal for the most undeserving of guests 

Processing the impact of being labeled a chore has on a person.

Have a seat on my porch and share in the chaos that is this magical life.

A bit of magick through poetry.

I want to touch the whole of Mother Earth  To feel her under my feet and between my toes To be caressed by her warmth and feel her...

"I see the hollowness behind my eyes as you smile cheek to cheek, each crease in your face paid for with the whispers of my soul ..."

Exploring grief two years later.

Let rest win.

Is it a light? No, a spark.  A twinkle.  That razzle-dazzle that makes you glow from within and fills every room you grace with radiant...

I am not responsible…   I am not responsible for…     your failed relationships   I am not responsible for…     your inability to sit...

“The caged bird sings with a fearful trill, of things unknown, but longed for still, and his tune is heard on the distant hill, for the...

Sometimes love dies at Valentine's. Sometimes the love doesn’t die with a big bang.  Sometimes there are no heated battles waged on the...

I’l preface this by stating we’ve only shared one Thanksgiving with my in-laws. It was our first Thanksgiving as a married couple and the la