wait. be still. trust. {a poem for quiet nights and wild moons}
hushed house wide awake music fills my ears enters my body stirs my spirit darkness closes around as if i could be the only one alive in this entire world and i feel the pull of the wild moon calling me to witness her brilliance the way she cycles from a shadowed...
Bring it all down on the side of love
Today I bring it all down on the side of love and I’ll tell you now, yes, you should fly across the country just for 48 hours in her arms spend your last dollar and borrow more to get there steal words from the past and ink them along your lower left rib in a promise...
always, always, begin again
It is all going to crash down you know everything brick by brick glass shattered foundations crumbled there is no way to save this. there is no way to save this. the ending was written long before you ever heard the tentative starting notes no last ditch efforts no...
just write it.
What are you waiting for? you know the words are right there ready to spill ready for truth telling ready for spell weaving ready to be told just sit down with an open journal and a smooth pen or the click – clack of typewriter keys and a pristine sheet of paper...