10/ In the event of Everything being too much (it always was) Cultivate the virtue of vanishing On the occasion of Everything being too rough (it always was) Cultivate the virtue of resistance In light of Current events (it’s new and it isn’t) Cultivate beans,…

Loss, loss and more loss trending toward the ultimate loss as a dimness slowly but relentlessly covering one’s own realm not like Job’s but more like the black milk of Auschwitz and Victor Frankl’s last remaining human freedom: the freedom to choose one’s attitude.

I will not love the dead I can almost feel The anticipation of every loc Between my thighs Framing both sides of my face from above Rippling over my arm in sleep Running through my fingers I have not wanted like this I can almost…

Yusuf, your song, is our song. Song of a shadowing moon. Finding we’re all in the darkness. We all know the same loss. Eclipsed by the sleepy night. Walking in the shade of doubt. Made by our own ignorance While the divine continues to seek…

cupping his soft face while he stares at me with eyes kind as green ears and nose blushed he need not speak words –he knows me. as i leave, he mourns as i arrive, he sprints as i rise, he jumps as i lay, he…

If I ever lose my way, the moonlight paths will come again to show me. Each night the way is made clear. Even if I lose arms, legs, eyes, and teeth I know that there is a path to tomorrow, even if the path is…

We wake together after the night Rested after searching this life Sunlight, sunlight Now that I’ve found my voice, I can sing on high Now that I can feel my teeth, I use them soul to feed Now that I can stretch my legs, I…

A down to earth girl Crystal lover, positive Universal soul

The sweet cottage snuggled deep in a lethargic treeline, strange as it sounds. The smoke from the chimney curled lazily in the evening sky. The fireflies not yet visible slept deep in the wildflower clumps just waiting to zoom about in the dark night but…

Two shadow heartbeats on a grey and white screen thumped in synchrony with each other and with my own heart, a trifecta of burgeoning life within me. Sprouting growing limbs, organs, fingers, and toes from tiny tadpole bodies, they danced and squirmed round each other,…