Monthly Archives: May 2016

Words have kept me whole.

I’ve written more unshared pages than I care to count. Those raw, rare and full of death-life words encapsulated without structure — Fragments of sand left behind from a lost shell. Words have kept me whole. Those very thoughts were … Continue reading

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To be loved.

At some point we get tired of being taken for granted and we realize how often we weren’t appreciated but criticized. It becomes our normal. Joy feels weird. Having fun is strange. We’ve internalized negative ghost-like voices of shame. We’ve … Continue reading

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Sensitivity.

Let’s soften for just a few and respect and honor the real in me and you. That exquisite tangled space where we aren’t strong or wise. Where we crumble to see the paradox — Weakness is our strength and the … Continue reading

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Naked Self-Love

It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing to feel all the time; she brushed with emotions as if they were air. Although, it was difficult to navigate when a clash of fears erupted beneath her eyes. Sea sick from a riptide, … Continue reading

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Hard Cry, still inside.

“Tomorrow, I might bring you flowers,” you said, after the holiday. I thought sadly: as if love could be bought on sale. “I’ll bring you the leftovers” and you’ll tell me, “it’s fine, stop cryin’” And I did. because really, … Continue reading

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Moon’s Voice.

In silent blinks, of soft said words, I heard the faintest fluted notes; only soul and Moon, could have possibly heard.

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Freshly squeezed moon.

I’ll have a sky-tall order of freshly squeezed moon, dipping my thoughts as I would a chocolate chip cookie. Please don’t mind if I ramble and stretch and probably wiggle, for I’m too tired to worry what might slip out … Continue reading

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