Tag Archives: heart

Sandstone, Star-birthed Knowing.

Just when you think, why? images are inverted deep in womb, there’s a melody of wind on the brink of swirled chemistry somewhere in-between Just when you think, nothing can be birthed, sparrows emit from unseen holy and woodpeckers on … Continue reading

Posted in Poem and Prose | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Edge of soul-speak.

Meet me at quarter past Moon where time is an always of cerulean blues. Let’s watch and be and see afar, to feel and heal humanities crater-like scars. Let’s be the hands of shadow-light and find the edge-speak of soul … Continue reading

Posted in Let My Voice Be Heard | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Moments, leave us jarred.

I’ll paint stars for you on the darkest edges of night and hold a sunflower umbrella on cloudy days. It’ll be alright. Some moments will spiral left, or curve, or not at all. Reasons are unseen and in silence, voices … Continue reading

Posted in Let My Voice Be Heard | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Torn.

I’m afraid, I might be slipping into an exhaustive contemplation. Its darkness, a personal irreparable ache. Or perhaps, my heart has been torn from my sleeve for good.  

Posted in Captured Moments | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

The moon carves through me.

I was in a 21-day photo challenge. “Selfies.” I made it to day 3. The thought of taking 21 pictures of me, consecutively, left me raw. I unzipped my skin and stepped away. Leaving behind all the things I felt … Continue reading

Posted in Let My Voice Be Heard, Poem and Prose | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

It is better to be alone.

I spent years walking the cobblestones of ancient lands. Lyrical lush languages were spoken on the tongues of heart. We had young memories and laughs, promises and hopes; but compassion was a dream for reality spoke. Truth isn’t always lovely. … Continue reading

Posted in Captured Moments | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Protect your heart.

It was hard to explain to most. Although, Katarina often dipped off, slightly to the right and after the first faded autumn rose. She was in dire need to recharge. There she met up with all sorts of woodland critters … Continue reading

Posted in Captured Moments | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment