Tag Archives: Poetry
What incurs a sense of self? An undeniable certainty that we know who we are? Or is it the awareness that we constantly grow and change around a single glowing core? The energy of this core pulsing with the want, … Continue reading
Remembrance. To look behind and feel a sense of regret is to wallow in the archaic self. A past wrought with choices that cannot be undone or remade. But to look behind and acknowledge, embrace. Feel empathy for our shadow … Continue reading
A new year, a clean slate; there is real magic in the way one new day out of 365 days turns into a whole new year of possibilities.
Source: The Adoption: A Limerick Memoir #WindbackWednesday. I wrote this about my adoption, and after speaking with my mother today, felt pretty sentimental. Adoption causes so many thoughts, emotions, identities. Some days I am an only child, and other … Continue reading
One more shower, just one more. The water is hot. I need it to burn.
Fact: A woman is raped. Alternative Fact: She is drunk. She is unreliable. She is the problem.
Strength, no weakness. Smile, and no tears. Shoulders back, don’t slouch. Stand tall, and proud.
A single touch send shivers spiraling down my spine and I sigh. Sensuality is simmering in the sauna of our love and I can hardly breathe. You are a cool breeze by the sea on a hot summer day, as wanted … Continue reading
Once there was a small woman with no legs on all fours, continuously knock, knock, knocking on the floor. Below the spot on the floor where she sat was a room where in a bed, her daughters dreams did bloom.