I make fire and sit before himclose enough to imagine what burning feels like. You see, fire doesn’t just lightit cooks. And my bones crack with the heat: a dialogue with the crackles of his timbered bonessome sort of recognition between us. We are much alike. And he dissolves with forgiveness all those times whenContinue reading “how far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?*”
Tag Archives: healing
Plangent
Plangent: striking, resonant. adjective; latin plangere – to strike. Striking the breast in grief, how women grieved. A plânge – romanian – cry, wail. Plan-gent. The throbbing of the human heart, a lover’s knocking at the door. Our bodies respond to the soil. Their life and chemistry changing shape according to the earth below. As ifContinue reading “Plangent”
A light so heavy
We’re all wounded here. And who am I but another wounded one bearing a light so heavy. Who am I but an empty vessel offering to god’s feet. It’s deluded to call ourselves healers, as if our hands can mend brokenness. To think it is us alone that births a breathing soulthat heals a brokenContinue reading “A light so heavy”
life within
Art by Carmen Seijas @_carmenseijas_ You have taken over my body. Just the way a forest takes over an abandoned homeor perhaps the way moss begins to cling to ruins, making them their own. A lack of light was apparent.The dark damp corners of my self were your perfect habitat. you flourished in the crevicesContinue reading “life within”
earthed
I arrived, 26 years ago, folded and compressed, a gasp on my mother’s lips, curiosity on her cheeks, a tiny miracle held on my father’s chest. My birth was planned and calculated, sterile. Brought by morning’s light. I wanted to leave, early on, when hearing the loud turning of this world, the air heavy withContinue reading “earthed”
Pericardium
In the hollow cave of heart lie the remains of a love, the bones.you carry this death with you Every Where a walking graveyard. When you try and speakthese bones lodge in the small openings of your throat. How many others hold on to the dead like this? a world that knows not about lettingContinue reading “Pericardium”
cages
cage = cavea (Latin), fig. a womb; hollow, the roof of the mouth; sockets of the eye; something that hinders freedom *** The revolution of loving each and every single inch of your precious body the cold feet, cracked lips, void space within your belly buttonyour thighsand in between them all the scars from openingContinue reading “cages”
dusmorphíā
Some days your body is uninhabitable. You want to crawl out of your skin somehow to pull your hair out, throw line an escape perhaps You try to love it, truly, this vessel you’re in, your body On some days it’s harder- the way it hangs and folds, the way it grows weighty and unpleasant Continue reading “dusmorphíā”
moon mad
moon ismy anchor into safety,womb darkness, moon inside belly soft and round. moons for eyes, a beating moon heartbloodied but throbbing with power. i love you and i love the world broken as it is. and i am hurting, deep, to the bone, grief calcified, moon becoming bone bearing griefmy backbone of nourishmentifollow you inContinue reading “moon mad”
do not go gently
The last of the human freedoms: to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way. And there were always choices to make. Every day, every hour, offered the opportunity to make a decision, a decision which determined whether you would or would not submit to those powers which threatenedContinue reading “do not go gently”
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