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For the Motherless Child
But who celebrates the Motherless child? Who remembers the Grieving sibling Whose life was missing Love and comfort Or the children Riddled with the loss Of she who bore them? Who loves the Worn down souls Unable to open Computer tops For fear of seeing Everyone else's joy As they Sit alone. We are conditioned … Continue reading For the Motherless Child
Some Day I Want to Walk In
Some day I want to walk in And there you sit Candles lit Silence Some day I want to walk in To the smell of your cooking; Turn my head to Catch you looking Gazing Amazing Some day I want to walk in Strip to nothing Spend hours in your sin Breathing Being Who are … Continue reading Some Day I Want to Walk In
Streams Of Consciousness | 6.25.15
I am here weightless. Ear tuned to every sound. The fireworks are starting. A week filled with the explosions of war. I despise the celebration of generations who've been traumatized by genocide. Headphones. I'm trying to stabilize. Can I float off away from this place yet? Work to do, but goddamn, I'm tired. Inside. Down … Continue reading Streams Of Consciousness | 6.25.15
Streams Of Consciousness | 6.18.15
Your call tonight left me hollow / my chest is under bricks / breath heavy / I feel you separating / and I touched you for a time / like when I was a child / I admired you / now I lose you / again / you're going back to them / back to … Continue reading Streams Of Consciousness | 6.18.15
Stream Of Consciousness 6.5|15
What kept you silent, mother? Was it the denial of the screams echoing down the hallway every time the abusers' belts landed a blow to me? Did your heart really belong to their ministry? There are secrets that you shared without even speaking. Infectious connections I'm quickly uncovering. You are all earth and upturned stone. … Continue reading Stream Of Consciousness 6.5|15
Stream Of Consciousness 6.1|15
Where do I go on nights when my skin aches; when I feel invisible hands gently massaging my heartache. I clutch pillows, squeezing into pieces until it mimics the human form. I am so far from home. Here alone, swept into the solitary existence of the empath; seeing signs in their eyes as they die. … Continue reading Stream Of Consciousness 6.1|15
Forgiveness Is For the Egomaniac
Forgiveness. Â Sometimes I get tired of hearing this word. Â What does it mean to me? Â It feels moot; an unnecessary element in the totality of my growth journey. I've learned a great deal about myself through this journey of therapy. Â This host who carries these parts of me, she is intelligent and free spirited, kind … Continue reading Forgiveness Is For the Egomaniac
She Left the Planet
She jumped off a bridge into the middle of traffic in North Seattle this morning. She has lingered in my heart all day. I don't know her name, what she looked like, if she had children or a husband, family, had ever felt love or had someone hug her. And that makes me sad. I … Continue reading She Left the Planet
Girl With a Gun Series # 121
Photography is just as much an expression for me as anything I create. Sometimes my emotion emerges in this way. I don't want to share too much about my own emotion during the creative process so that viewers can observe from your own perspective. I most often never end up having a plan but just … Continue reading Girl With a Gun Series # 121
The Mermaid
The Mermaid They said they Found her drowned Below the galley She had Tried to Scratch her way Back to sea And when they say "Drowning" They mean "Breathing" They say she Was homesick For the quiet The way the water Moved things slow The way the starfish Danced in the jellyfish glow She couldn't … Continue reading The Mermaid
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