honouring

Descansos

at the end of grief, old love finds you and you’re folded in three like a prayerheld by your thin lace chrysalis this wound –is the door from which you are emerging, soon you will be leaving behind the dry shell that was home nowmake an altar of all the things that broke you place soil from the land that orphanedContinue reading “Descansos”

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”