the end The farther away we get from our Mother, the more of Her we break dirty heap with hatred. We demand our desires be filled at Her expense at our peril. Our wounded egos filled with all manner of things to feed our starving…

in the beginning the centre is forever forever begins in the centre where love makes us all in the likeness of itself   love wept for gratitude so that water filled spaces love could not reach.   the heartbeat followed: resonance of drum beats in…

remembered to the land The day I read: “the land remembers you, even when you are lost,” I stopped, lowered the book, and wept for every speck of dirt left behind in places where I left my name, ragged and bleeding, while newly, unfurled leaves…

Dismal 1am A cold, strong coffee writing at the old notebook

it’s all about the chemistry hovering around you in twos by twos by twos by twos you stabilise me. all pieces of my shell bonded when we dance together around centres, positively neutral, we stabilise each other so the centre will hold itself and us…

I guess it’s safe to say, that all things happen for a reason that all roads lead back to home that if it’s meant to be, it will be but what if.. what if things don’t happen for a reason that all roads don’t lead…

There is no amount of water that could extinguish the Fire inside I have for you the flames lick the corners of my ribcage warming every cell a spark, turned into a flame, turned into an out of control wild fire, that I hope burns…

In the beginning out of the vast emptiness of space the Creator created heat with the fast rubbing of hands then a large clap and all civilization began the earth evolved and creation took over they sought to mimic the Creator in creation but greed…

Cement, plaster, iron and glass man’s permanent structures sure faded fast So glad we’re together, so glad we know that a garden well tended will eventually grow it may take a while, even long years expect a few tangent’s, a few well paced tears but…

When I was 8 years old My mother taught me how to sew Pushing and pulling the needle through the fabric making clean near stitches I picked at the loose frayed hole of my sweater on a rainy day in November And the rain drops…