Deeper Seas

Art: "From a World Inside This One" by Vennie Kocsis Deeper Seas Emerged naked Skin renewed from Oil and water; Lungs stronger From the disaster. You see, after The ticking clock stops And the heart Is the only beat Left to keep the rhythm You place your hand On your chest to Count the breaths. … Continue reading Deeper Seas

She | Otherkin

She will expire in loneliness, the kind that creeps up slowly, meshing itself into all of the times she said she was alone but never lonely. Alone will be the only space in which she finds the deepest solace and the heaviest weight. She will spend the remaining years in quiet; just her and the … Continue reading She | Otherkin

Listening To Molecules

who stole your pearls? who ripped into your shell without mercy, leaving you shattered, thirsting; mourning? who broke you and told you that you weren't the all supreme of your own being? who closed your eyes; made your love die, until every cell, each fiber, ached from the heartbreak? who reminds you of your exquisite … Continue reading Listening To Molecules

How to Know When You Are Truly Outgrowing Your Past

"Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?” Danielle LaPorte Many people talk the talk, but do they walk the walk?  Many times in my adult life I was a downright hypocrite.   I still have my moments, although now, I root myself in awareness of my behaviors so that my … Continue reading How to Know When You Are Truly Outgrowing Your Past

A Moment In the Mind of a Mother With DID

I stand still in my slippered feet. The girls are at the table coloring. My youngest son is visiting from college and is recalling a childhood moment with me. "You took me to watch The Grinch, remember?" He asks. His eyebrows are furrowed. "I did?" I am flipping through the years like micro film, trying … Continue reading A Moment In the Mind of a Mother With DID

Why “Push Through” Can Be An Illusion

A few months ago my twenty-one year old son and his friends invited me to go hiking. "Oh, hell yes!" I responded with excitment. Nature is one of my many loves. I rubbed my hands together gleefully. How cool these youngsters want an oldie but goodie like me along. "Now, mom," my son advised, "this … Continue reading Why “Push Through” Can Be An Illusion

I Don’t Have a Boyfriend, and Apparently That’s My Fault

A male friend told me that I don't have a boyfriend because I don't want one. "What does that even mean?" I asked. He said "You want too much." It left me perplexed. How is that possible? How can I ever want "too much" when it comes to the peace and comfort of my own existence. … Continue reading I Don’t Have a Boyfriend, and Apparently That’s My Fault

Because Humans Represent The Possibility Of Loss

When I was a little girl of one and two years old, I existed inside of a perspective attached to my sister's hip. She is four years older than me. It seems I was always either hiding behind her hip or holding onto a part of her belt loop or dress so I could feel … Continue reading Because Humans Represent The Possibility Of Loss