Of (De)light.

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 [...]

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Only the Vessel.

November 27, 2009

Watch-parts were only the vessel AND THEIR BODIES MOVED LIKE THERE WAS NO TOMORROW. Shifting and leaning, falling toward the waves and getting sucked into the crowd. It was crowd-surfing on the hopes of tomorrow’s generation. Dancing through the thick of it. Being elevated to flight. Having no choice but leaving the ground behind, and [...]

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Doll Factory.

November 24, 2009

Kinda feel like I showed up at the doll-factory, saying Fix me, I’m broken. and I’m meant to be well but they forgot that they’re fixer-uppers and they’re just staring at me funny and I’m waiting for them to do what I came for, but in the meantime my home is a purgatory, a hell. [...]

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Implicated by the Turning.

November 22, 2009

There is a gurgling in my throat, a tingling presence. A sign from the Heavens. A voice from the Shadows. My words are gone. ONLY THE SHELL OF ME REMAINS. Sweep up the sparkles of my shards. Collect the glittering pieces of my demise. Take me into you. Breathe me anew. Mold me to your [...]

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Nothing Else.

November 22, 2009

The bell tolls, and I am caught in the grip of this process, this never-ending story, this ending-yet-to-be-written, this challenge-against-the-status-quo, this push-for-meaning, this attempt-to-resolve, or be-resolved, this craving-resolute, this yearning to de-habitualize.
Pain pulses on both sides, and it is the fifth hour, and my body-walls are closing in on me, leaving me suffocated, gasping, [...]

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What You Do to Me.

November 21, 2009

You hold me captivated with your teeth.
I writhe in your embrace, falling deeper into the Hush that descends like curtained breath.
Burrowing into your chest, you thread your fingers through my hair, holding me tighter, tighter, tighter still. Your arm around my waist; these ropes are organic and they sway and quiver, unbreakable. We are bound [...]

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Two Flowers and a Bumblebee.

November 19, 2009

I want to sing to you in the morning, humming as I bring you coffee in bed, breaking the fast, transitioning from a world of dreaming to a world of dream. I want to let your hair weave through my fingers, silken and light. Caressing your sweet face, admiring your wide smile.
You flow through me, [...]

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This Silly Game That is Love.

November 16, 2009

for Cait
There is this silly game called Love. I’m not sure who invented it, or exactly when, but I’m pretty sure that Goddess, G-d, are still laughing about it. Still laughing about the ways that we play it, the ways that it takes root in our consciousness and EXPLODES. We are here to love. We [...]

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For the Journey: That’s What This Breath Is.

November 15, 2009

This breath is for the journey. The journey of three women, three generations, on a mission to find a messiah, a cure, a miracle, a healing.
This breath is for the journey: the journey that might take us to the moon and back, or leave us stranded, exploding among star-stuff. The pain pulses and throbs [...]

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Yesterday I was Tattered.

November 13, 2009

If I were a sailboat, I would sing to Venus every night, even if she could not see me. And my cunt pulses at that because my moon understands underneath those waters. And this is a sweet song:
I want to sit with you under a blanket of stars and have an exceedingly long make-out [...]

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