Permission.
Listen to this I relish in the permission given to be little, to curl up into a tiny ball, to rest and dream in the safety and warmth of your pocket. And afterward, you’ll unfold...
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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 [...]
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, [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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. [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
November 13, 2009
My eyes flash open in the middle of the night, sparkling and awake; it is now that I am becoming. The first light of dawn breaks, and my consciousness is drifting, caught in the webs of my dreaming self; it is now that I am becoming. Frost tickles the blades of grass just beyond my [...]
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 11, 2009
New frame: Does this feel like a way of loving myself? Is it a loving of myself? A loving of Goddess, of G-d? DOES IT BRING ME CLOSER TO TRUTH, OR FURTHER FROM IT? Does this feel like a way of loving myself? And is it? And what about it holds the nourishment that I [...]
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