I want to travel to cities around the world to wander alone. I want to raise my face to the warm sun, a flowered sundress swirling around my thighs, bare feet on hard earth. I want the floppy hat on my head to blow off in a sudden gust of …
blessed be my day.
a running list of ordinary blessings {6.24.12} a new book of poetry. black dress with pink flowers. farmer’s market heirloom tomatoes. a solo trip to the library. Terry Tempest Williams, Anne Lamott AND a deliciously mindless mass market novel. shoes with ties that lace around my ankles. the smell of …
Blessed Be
Blessed be your longing. Your endless ache. Your sharp crystal shatter. Your sea glass heart. Blessed be the long, slow slide into desire. The swift plunging wound to the heart. The bleeding out onto the kitchen floor. Blessed be the fierce of want and the howl of despair and the …
You’ve Got To Claim Your Right To Rapture
This is your time. Yes it is. Right now. This day. This moment. This now. All yours. You don’t have to wait. It doesn’t have to be perfect. You don’t always have to finish what you started in order to begin something new. And there is no more room for …
We are all divine compositions made from countless fragmented pieces.
I talk too much and cry too little. It’s true. I have no idea how to knit but I’m damn good at unraveling. Every time I wake up I get a little closer to the woman who waits to be born and reborn. Each time I am her totally. Each …
A Circle Of Women.
Purchase this as a Fine Art Print or Canvas From my 100 things in 2011 series.
He called me Dogface {memories of my grandfather)
He called me Dogface. No, really. He did. It was a term of endearment, I promise. A long-standing joke that wound through the years, connecting my grandfather and I. “Get me some more tea,” he demanded one otherwise unremarkable summer day. “How do you ask?” I replied, teasingly. “Get me …
Uncommon Sense: The heart loves what it loves
“I don’t think I will ever recover. It still hurts. Please tell me it gets better. Tell me I will get over her.” Oh, sweet girl. Come here and sit with me for a minute. Right here, this chair has room for two. Rest your head. Let me wrap you …
Giant Saint Everything | Sunday Slam {Buddy Wakefield}
Okay, so I’m a day late. But this one is worth it. Buddy Wakefield is a master. There is a point when tears don’t work to wash things away anymore. Grabbing for breath has now broken my fingers. I miss You so much some days that I beg for …
Uncommon Woman | Tara Hardy {Sunday Slam}
“For any woman who’s ever been told she’s too much: You, who broke out of the mold before they even cracked it off you. You, who came out inventing your own how-to-scale-a-wall with only vowels. You, who fireflash in the eye of so many midnights, so many men who want …
100 things I learned in 2011: Part Four
77. I still feel – even after ten years – that bedtime is the work of evil spirits, sent to leave me broken and begging for mercy. Every. Single. Time. 78. Melatonin was sent by the goddess to make it all okay. 79. For the love of all things …
Maybe I Need You | Andrea Gibson {Slam Sunday}
“Love isn’t always magic. But if I offered my life to the magician, if I told her to cut me in half so tonight I could come to you whole and ask for you back would you listen? For this dark alley love song, for the winter we heated our home …
100 things I learned in 2011: Part Three
51. Some things can only be worked out through poetry. 52. We’ve been fed truths about relationships that aren’t really truths. Myths about happily ever after that don’t really serve and lies about love being limited that hold us back. 53.. Don’t hold back. 54. It might hurt. You might …
Love Poem Medley | Rudy Francisco {Slam Sunday}
“I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike: Scared… but reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you. You see, I’m not really a love poet. But if I was I’d …
100 things I learned in 2011: Part Two
26. I mostly write to myself. 27. If I sound particularly authoritative in a blog post it actually means I’m giving myself a stern talking to. 28. Sometimes I actually listen. Often I do not.** 29. If you are going to spout off statements like “I’m not a jealous, insecure …
Free Me | Joss Stone {Tunes On Tuesday}
My official 2012 anthem. I’m feeling rather invincible this year, if I do say so myself. Lyrics “And if you find it hard to follow me If I loose you in my creative stream Than you only got to raise your eyes And see me fly Don’t tell me that …
Plan B | Sarah Kay {Sunday Slam}
“But I know she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots nearby, because there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks that chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for. Because rain will wash …
Born To Hum | Erin McKeown {Tunes on Tuesday}
http://youtu.be/DdnI8K5PQPc Lyrics Erin McKeown is some kind of magic…..
100 things I learned in 2011 {Part One}
I’ve always figured that if I’m going to be a copycat, I might as well focus my efforts on emulating the cool kids (copying regular folks is clearly not a good use of time). And dude, the cool kids don’t come much cooler than Colleen Wainwright (raising $61,517 in 50 …
Shake The Dust | Anis Mojgani {Sunday Slam}
It may be true that music can save your mortal soul, but it’s Spoken Word that has my heart. During the hungriest periods of my life, it has been poetry that fed me. First as a reader, consuming poem after poem like a starving woman. Rumi, Hafiz, Erica Jong, …
Go Now and Live {Fine Art Print}
These words were written four years ago, at the junction between the end of one life and the beginning of another. They were my path to boldness when I felt like hiding, solace in the midst of pain, and a reminder to keep moving forward. Since then they have traveled …
Get naked.
Come here. Right here. Get closer. Real close. Can you feel my breath on your cheek? Yes? Good. Now take off your clothes. You heard me. All of them. Right now. It’s time to get naked. Everyone needs to strip down now and then, to get naked and let the …