My damp, snow laden bows, weighted by the burden of winter’s past and present.Tested by the elements who rebel against their motherEarth and life itself. Life’s sap in my petrified trunk flow not.Slowed to a crawl as it selects 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 …
Should is where it begins, and starts it’s slow and seductive slide. I’m not talking about my lover. I’m talking to the rest. The observers. Stalkers. Nay sayers. Obsolete majority. Those with no ideas. No solutions.And sure as hell – no compassion and obligation of service to the tormented human condition. Family, neighbors,Employers and peers. …
Strangers in line. Lifetimes of waiting and putting others first. So many iterations, his and hers. Hers and his. Knowing eventually, our time would come. Now. My ring, and yours. They told us it was impossible.And we always knew different. It’s just such a fucking awesome moment to experiencewith you. We were right. They were …
If I could record my heart,My love, despair and hope; barely acknowledged. I’d blow the speakers of your mind.The chest of your heart – and anything you hold dear. I’m not a threat.But I present as much. Inward I go; volume decreased. Pointless. Confronted; perhaps cornered.My body sways; rolls and stands walls tall. Octaves …
Road worn and tales rich, I have finally arrived at my doorstep. No doors, locks or unwanted guests. What a glorious sight I am home to behold.
