Freeze
Thank you to Nailed Magazine for publishing my flash fiction story, Freeze, about the cold places in our lives and the ways we still find warmth in unusual places. "You fear the nothing in your belly so you walk where it is cold. Icy wet, weighted clouds run past. You...
Why I Keep Writing
I’m writing to you today, dear reader, to tell you why I’m writing. To heal the world. To rewrite the story that I inherited. To save my own life, To record that first iris, and the lilac that just opened to give us that morning rain smell. To tell you the story of...
The Wild Things I Lost
When I was little and couldn’t sleep at night, there was a giant bear who arrived at the foot of my bed and sing lullabies of dark blue and fresh green. He gave me songs of faery wings and jewels growing in caverns deep inside the earth. I coaxed the bear into my twin...
DISSOLVE ET COAGULA
for those times when you slap against a stone wall inside yourself and crawl between the sheets to weep: the wise woman tells you to sing your pain to the ocean and burn wood in the sand anoint yourself with cedar oil and your grandmother's name wait and change ...
intention not resolution
I don’t know about you, but at the end of this year, I don’t feel resolve. nope, no resolution. 2015 was a tough cookie, a jaded hipster, a bull in the ceramics aisle. 2015 sneaked through the door with a party gift, tossed a coat on the bed and proceeded to tap dance...
Yes All Towns: To Fix What is Broken
{Author's note: I wrote this a year ago before all the 2015 shootings. Unfortunately not much has changed.} WARNING: This blog contains opinions about recent school shootings…perhaps we disagree or we find solidarity. We call this freedom of the press. Maybe you...
Eruption
My best friend who has been through it before
told me to go through every room
Open every cabinet, each drawer
to see, to know
w h a t w a s g o n e
what was left
peek a boo
hide and seek
all games
in which something disappears
Bottomless
When you have fallen to the bottom of your world: Yes you can lie facedown, forehead pressed to the hardwood floor knowing that you have no control over what happens next, keep pressing the play next episode button on Netflix, eat potato chips and stare vacantly,...
weaver
yesterday, I saw spiders everywhere in the forest small busy spinners knitting the world together with a shimmering net sometimes, I trust that cosmic net even when my DNA is screaming to string myself too tight, overstretch and tremble. be cruel to survive. we...
wild grief
in spring, the gray light is webbed and wet. I walk the tightrope of my healerteacherwriter life. some days, I coax words into the whitespace and listen some nights, from the mists, thirteen wild ones pour into the living room with maenad claws and fearless soft skins...
Modern Day Initiation: What Doesn’t Kill Us
I will survive this initiation too. My 92 year old grandmother’s body winces when she smiles. Momo can only give a ghost of her former laugh. She whispers to every nurse who comes in her room that I am her first born grandchild. I feed her small bites of a...
Coyote
Our argument halted, losing heat erratic yips their clever song rising, falling over the deserted golf course. One, three, twenty voices Lift up and fly Howling at empty branches, cold air, pearl sky dying blackberry vines the pleasure of finding a voice at all in...