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”
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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”
not gods
Reinvent yourself. Recreate yourself. Manifest your dream life. You can become anything, anyone, anywhere. There’s a flooding of manifestation gurus that encourage us to recreate reinvent manifest move away buy a big house get rich. Of course, the Earth has known for a long time the mystery of energy: what we bring into mind asContinue reading “not gods”
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”
I don’t know who I am anymore
But you do. Your anchors keep you in place. Anchors like these. The sound of chamomile tea brewing, nightly, sipping slowly silently in the threshold of another day ending. All is well. Preparing your favourite curry like a magician meticulously mixing her concoction – cutting the vegetables, fiercely, dropping the spices in with abundance. TheContinue reading “I don’t know who I am anymore”
done with this
rushing running like broken machines perpetually; the chase within, further away. silence is loud and unbearable we cannot stop. running. I am done with this. there is nowhere to get to. running ourselves dry into bare bone into skin into an old age lacking substance where is there to get to? the sweet dissolving intoContinue reading “done with this”
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”
Un ravel
A cloth unweaving – threads unravelling until it becomes something almost unrecognisable. I am unravelling too, dropping with intention parts and pieces of myself that I thought made me. Some days I feel that I am losing every concept of who I was, my body changes daily, the intricacies of my life metamorphose. Some days,Continue reading “Un ravel”
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