The Undoing.
Screaming into the hollows of me. Screaming emanating from my bones. And the moans ooze from my blood, wispy as they hit the air like smoke trails like forgetting oneself. And the pain is Jonah’s...
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Ex Astra Memoria. Blindfolds and ashes. His name is Imbroglio and that means confusion: who am I and who are you and what does it mean to be? Blindfold so you don’t see what you think you’re seeing; so you can’t succumb to the mind-trick reality illusion; ashes to remind you of the caloric body [...]
December 19, 2009
“I release you to your own indwelling god,” he said. And my first impulse was to correct the capitalization and hyphenate that which we do not understand fully with the mind. I mean, I think he said that. It’s hard to tell… those last few days being such a blur. Snippets haven’t crept their way [...]
December 4, 2009
A moment of delight, and there were four colors of ribbon, and they created a silent symphony, broken into movements into moments into monuments of praise. Today is here, and I got my Miracle, and may it allow me to dance and pray and serve all sentient beings! Together we are blossoming and together we [...]
November 12, 2009
Screaming into the hollows of me. Screaming emanating from my bones. And the moans ooze from my blood, wispy as they hit the air like smoke trails like forgetting oneself. And the pain is Jonah’s whale, but it swallows me, too. And I refuse to blow out my altar’s candle inside her gurgling belly. Figured, [...]
November 5, 2009
Listen to This She grew up and it was this process, and it never seemed to end AND THE SKY TURNED ORANGE WITH THE EFFORTING OF IT ALL. She grew up and her old life shrugged its shoulders, wondering where it was that she scampered off to… She grew up and the stars whispered to [...]
November 1, 2009
Listen to this i don’t have all of the answers, and my faith may not be the strongest, but i know this: i love passionately, and i hurt passionately. emotions run deep in me like rivers like breath like rivulets of blood. and when the challenges come, and the monster threatens to swallow me up, [...]
October 28, 2009
Listen to this Glitching sunlight pierces through the tired dust of apathy. “You will RISE AGAIN, and I will draw the trust out of your lips,” he said. She nodded softly before curling back into herself. Sick of jumping from nightmare to nightmare, wondering if trust could possibly be aligned with truth. Wishing for a [...]
June 22, 2009
Listen to this She let the tears fall and caress her face. “I want to be a good girl,” she whispered, before dropping her head (and her body) into a hunker. [Translate]
June 19, 2009
Listen to this We tasted the thistle stars and as they pricked our ruby tongues the color oozed out in indigo hues and tried to dance out of our mouths. It was as if the stars were rebirthed, and they had new life and it was with beginning and with beginning and with beginning. Essence [...]
January 14, 2009
The ways that we write and rewrite our life narrative… It is the story that happens, and the narrative that we weave. Love in the most unlikely of places and strength, too. Love isn’t formulaic. It’s not predictable. And it’s certainly not one-size-fits-all. And it’s hot and cold, and the journey won’t always be so [...]
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January 9, 2010
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