When he wakes, he wakes slowly. Opening his eyes to watch mine sleep. Quietly slipping back from my body, propping a turquoise pillow behind my back in his place. Moving gently over my body. Pressing his warm lips softly to my forehead. Consciousness begins to stir ins...
It felt like my whole heart broke open the other night and all my convictions were spilled on the floor. I had a dream two nights ago. But it was the realist thing I've ever felt and for that alone, waking up became the hardest thing I've done in a very long time.
Sometimes I feel like Gretel. You know, the one from "Hansel and Gretel"- the children's story book tale. But instead of breadcrumbs littering the path behind me, showcasing where I've been- it's men. Men that fell too short, a minute late. Relationships that showcase...
Take a lover who calls you strong before and above anything else.
I've had men caress my shoulders, my thighs, my feet- and eloquently shower me in praises of strength and health and radiance.
These are the men I take on.
They recognize I feed my body it's desire for a...
I put on your shirt today for the first time in more than a month.
The old grey one you let me keep.
The old grey one you forgot to take with you when decided to leave.
With thread-bare holes under the arms.
It falls past my fingertips, and my bum.
Because it's you. Yo...
And I wish you'd say sorry like you mean it.
Because it's not sorry you're saying at all.
You twist it. Turn it.
You ask if I want to start speaking with you again- even though I've only responded with silence.
What you should have said is that you want to hear my voic...
People are insistent on praying to gods and reading ancient story books with parables on how to live- without concrete proof that any of that exists. But in front of us all sits a story book world; a nature that performs real miracles day after day. A tangible force of...
If you want to call somewhere home..
Somewhere that is not your birthright..
Study the politics, the past, the histories, the cultures.
Dive into the conflict and the hurt and the displacement.
If you think you deserve the right to call it's beautiful...