The anatomy of grieving I travel down my oesophagus, the rigged stair to a moist world under. I sneak through the epiglottis, unnoticed, pass the larynx, wordless and red as a vulva. Adam’s apple unbitten – my pharynx is no sinner. I descend down passing the thymus, space between breasts where lovers like to hide,Continue reading “epiglottis is the door”
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I want to be alive with you
Within this pain, you’ll find the seed of its healing. If you’re ever lost as to what meaning your meagre life holds, look into the darkness of your days. Look into the eyes of the addictions, the perpetual disempowerment of self. There, you’ll find your gift. The core of your shadow will reveal the lightContinue reading “I want to be alive with you”
I take my grief to the river
In the light of love, there’s grief I take my grief and sit with itAnd in the light of grief, there’s grace I soften in all that is outside myself: storms of loss, patterns of sadness, a world sick and begging for help And in the light of us, there’s day trips that never happenedpoemsContinue reading “I take my grief to the river”
Finding
It all began with a parsnip that was in fact an artichoke from Jerusalem – the birthplace also of jesus and god’s other son doubting its edibility. It began with a priest’s daughter, her heightened love of porridge and poetry. It began with slow progress and a dram of hope and too much rain. TwoContinue reading “Finding”
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”
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”
curse as blessing
I believe in the unseen. In the subtle changes of the world, the hidden workings of god in whispers. I believe that at fifteen, I was cursed. From the foot of the Himalayan mountains. We imprint ourselves in the things, the objects, the cloths that cover our bodies, the beautiful ornaments that serve us daily.Continue reading “curse as blessing”
soul within bone
Why do you rush to gift these soft lips to another before you have painted your own skin home? You seek so much to feel the textures of body yet your palms have no idea what your own bends like under touch. You search for music of another to fill so much but you’ve neverContinue reading “soul within bone”
There is nothing of you in me
Where do you store this rage? This ancient anger that you stifled within. They were unable to hold her magnificence. Where do you store it? Deposited like small crystals of salt, or dark coal simmering. It is your body that holds it all: your grief and your exaltations – it is your body that isContinue reading “There is nothing of you in me”
before, i was dying
A chapter from my story towards healing I felt alive only when my blood would seep through with adrenaline: the numbing excitement, the buzzing of sensation through my body. It would be familiar yet always new, different – what will it bring this time? I constructed my life like an addict, ensuring that my nextContinue reading “before, i was dying”
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