is it a leopard-patterned print or a white surgical mask that covers the nose and mouth? is it a tall sombrero or a straw sunhat in beige and black that covers the top of the head? crown of stars convenient place to drop a golden egg a golden orb of Nectar or you...
sometimes it takes me a moment to realize that I’m in hell I see the one who is so afraid to die from hunger so afraid to feel what erupts from the belly through the throat that she grabs whatever she can to stuff into her mouth knowing that as soon as the stomach is...
today I sip Stars through a straw I bargain with the Sun for more Love more Love in my heart more Love in my body what do I have to offer but the Horus made flesh? the winter air ruffles the green feathers of the redwood and the pine I saunter along the ridge...
in the stillness my Heart says STOP stop the quarreling the arguing with Nature the arguing with God give it up give it away let yourself collapse into My Arms let yourself rest on this bed of roses under this blanket of kindness under this blanket of Grandmother Sky...
in the morning I wake in despair I hover three feet above my body which is curled over like a frozen pink shrimp like a scared fetal embryo just implanted in an unfriendly womb the upper left turn in my large intestine folded over on itself in devastated longing...
