We are raw from sharp experienceCarrying knives of words& chisels of pain My jealousy is smoothly curvedAnd you stick pinpoints of insight into itLeaving them to harden overnight Then, as I ripple its edgeswith vulnerabilityYou fill the holes with trust I chip away at your craggy, unformed notionsAnd sand-blast the…
My calling card is a color. One dab gives you a peek into a thousand stories, my stories. Ugly Duckling. SlumdogCinderella without a Fairy Godmother. Poor thing. Wear dark colors, the fashion mags advised. So I sat in navy, black & grey boxes. You’re ugly, he said, the pretty girl’s…
I started cycling. It’s a wobbly road back into the world, hard for me used to coping with fear by retreating into a shell & forgetting that I’m in a shell. But August approaches. It’s Leo season, that promises & demands strength, courage, vitality, things that cannot be contained inside…
A poem about attraction and affection crossing borders.
I’m learning a powerful lesson in communication – that it is sometimes better to be silent.
We think of firsts as one-time only things. We assume they’re the domain of the young, the uninitiated. The first time is so much more.
How can we truly understand trust until we learn to trust ourselves?
It’s not my birthday now but it is of a lot of people I love.
The second COVID wave made me ponder why we do things. Is it not more about our own personal ego gratification than about helping?
A friend’s admission about being shamed made me think. All shaming is bullying. What does it mean to be shameless?