I am reclaiming this body with a different kind of scar. Instead of the razor, I have chosen the ink filled needle to dance on my skin.   The razor used to take salsa lessons on my arms, Hip-hop lessons on my thighs, And the…

Cast your stones with caution For the ripples will always move Beyond your line of sight  Take your steps with care  For the tremors carry To tender roots Let your laughter bloom For its waves will grace Shores in need  Of joy’s thunder 

I’ve been through it I don’t need it explained I’d like to listen though no judgement here In a hallway dark dank lonely Holds the tears of the many before us I’ve done something bad something that I said I wouldn’t do No one seems…

The rain gauge says almost two inches of rain. In the brief respite, the dogs and I go out. My bones, and the weather app, tell me it isn’t over yet. My job is to feed the chickens and chase a packrat out of the…

Shame, shame, shame. When all sad songs are gone. Our hearts are strengthen. When. We, Follow the words of God’s. With. Never lasting, Ending.

Solstice In the lands of my distant ancestors the ice sings in midwinter, pinging, crackling, and booming in eerily beautiful counterpoint to the northern lights swirling across nearly perpetual darkness. Balanced between the two, pagan and Christian come together as young girls parade and sing…

I’d like to share an Epiphany just before the Carnival season begins: Sainted, wise virgins will contend it’s best to wait for truly wise men, for upon January 6th, several Magi upon Bethlehem did descend, bearing gifts for the Christ Child of gold, frankincense, and…

Sweltering summers in Texas aren’t meant for big booty-ful girls like you and me.   Gals like us, we’re just way too much, even for Texas, where we always do things bigger.   I smiled, patting her ample butt. Together, we waddled off, me and…

If we were lucky enough lucky enough in the pandemic in the pandemic we survived we survived quite comfortably quite comfortably we were full of angst we were full of angst and counted and counted our blessings our blessings were many and great many and…

I can’t tell anymore whether smog, fog, or smoke sits at the edge of the world this evening   I have many eyes to do my watching and little detail to spare for the monster lurking in the corners teeth bared, tail low   The…