astral affairs

I am a meteor. Through wisps of clouds I see the giant see-saw bathed in blood, one end marked “personal” and one marked “political.” Billions stand by and scratch their heads, adding weight to either side, trying to even it out, trying to make it uneven, trying, trying, trying. I am a meteor, and myContinue reading “astral affairs”

cake, stories, and ceilings

In our present realm of oppression, it is apparent that anecdotal evidence is not given the esteem it so obviously deserves. We’ve heard voices chiming from corners big and small across the globe for decades now. We’ve read words and witnessed testimonies. We’ve flinched at headlines and chosen realities that are more comfortable, more suitableContinue reading “cake, stories, and ceilings”

shelter, magic, truth, and eggs

Where once my words were my quiet, hidden solace, I now find myself striving to craft them for your viewing pleasure. Where once I etched lines into paper in lieu of carving lines into my skin, that notebook gathers dust as calloused fingertips dance over keys and buttons, scroll through feeds and faces. Where onceContinue reading “shelter, magic, truth, and eggs”

Hold On, We’re Going Home

There will be an important moment years from now. It will be at a gathering of some sorts: a concert of one of your favorite bands; a ceremonial worship gathering; a party with your closest friends; a crowded movie premiere thrumming with anticipation. There will be a distinct moment when time seems to slow. AndContinue reading “Hold On, We’re Going Home”

How the South has Softened Me

I once wore a reflective suit of armor crafted from impatience, resentment, and cynicism. At the time, I believed that it protected me from the pain and suffering of both my internal and external realities. It was a shroud that kept people at arm’s length, even when I let them believe that they were aContinue reading “How the South has Softened Me”

23

Hello twenty-three. What a year you were. While twenty-two was the Year of Change, you were the Year of Growth. Thank you for teaching me that my gut is trustworthy. When I follow my intuition, I am following my truth. When I follow my truth, I am living wholeheartedly. Thank you for helping me discoverContinue reading “23”

Slates

As a new decade dawns,I scrub these slates cleanor as clean as they’ll get,stubborn stains clinging cruel; I have to be gentle,so as not to break thembut I refuse to discard themlike some heartless fool. Our slate is most difficultbecause I somberly findtraces of you inhard-to-reach places The notes of a song;the hues of aContinue reading “Slates”

Eight Years Stronger

The two of us, side by side on a park bench, two pairs of sea glass eyes watching and waiting and wondering. Me, in my ratty jeans and obscure t-shirt; her, in her old fashioned red flannel nightgown, trimmed with white lace. Her hair is haphazard and carefree. She swings her legs, bare feet inchesContinue reading “Eight Years Stronger”