Listening deeply, sometimes you can hear The sound of your heart, beating steadily, reminding you of your existence and your fragility. Sometimes you expect it might trick you, fluttering or skipping, but it remains consistent as long as you are focused on it. You might feel … [Read more...]

The moon passes her twentieth night She is mature, confident in her role, observing us as we are nestled into couches, chairs, beds for the night. She approaches fullness, eager to be complete and regal. As night moves on to morning, she prepares for her own decline, knowing … [Read more...]

Your body is a confection Wrapped in a tight, shiny wrapper, to me, it glistens in the bin with all the others. It doesn't stand out, but it suits me. I reach in and pluck it out of the bunch, rolling it between my fingers. It is hard on the outside, soft on the inside, and it … [Read more...]

For evidence of this, spend time with trees When you question your fragile life, spend time in the forest. Be amazed by the strength, beauty and longevity of the tall, great trees, while also noticing the saplings; meager, thin branched characters who can't save you, if you … [Read more...]

It’s night, and together we are letting go We sit close on the old, soft, raspberry couch, in its third life. We are not close enough to be touching, until I lay my head on your shelf-like shoulder, beer in hand, restful. Our legs are crossed, mine draped over yours, until the … [Read more...]