The furnace of my soul lives somewhere north of my waist, and south of my breathUndisclosed, its location, a confessional space Hidden deep inside my human formNoticeable only when awakened for heat and counsel. My very life is tethered to the health of its inaudible and invisible flameConsciousness and enlightenment appear as its greatest guardian. …
My damp, snow laden bows, weighted by the burden of winter’s past and present.Tested by the elements who rebel against their mother.Earth and life itself. Life’s sap in my petrified truck flows not.Slowed to a crawl as it selets which appendage to feed next.Each feeding in relation to and dependence upon the other. Inward I …
As a little girl, I felt his seething teeth. They appeared as a smile but dripped like a wolf.His hatred masked in intellect and strained composure. Justified in title, gender and societal perception. Time Passed And without effort, I grew into a young woman. And the buds of my breasts were met with disgust.His rage …
