Love Isn’t Meant to Be Chicken-Scratched At. {poetry}
Sometimes I’d come in
Just to make sure
he hadn’t floated up to the ceiling
And to ask him
what else
he could tell me about love.
Dealing With Guilt & Shame: A Body Doesn’t Lie.
In her internal onslaught, she needed to meet face to face with her antagonists. She opened an ancient double-hinged door. The heaviness was tremendous. The circular iron rings pressed cruelly into her palms. She remained focused on a vision branded into her being and tattooed on her soul.
If This Little Black Dress Could Talk: Understanding the Human Experience.
Once she gained your trust with such surface-level stories, she would carry on to describe the time she graced my skin and held me tight when my voice quivered as I gave my father’s memorial speech at the funeral home -- the way my heart broke with every word I muttered, but her stitching never ...
Most People Don’t Know The Good News About Climate Change.
By The Green Divas.
The Transformation Of Amy Lunaro: Chapter Ten. {fiction}
Amy’s heart filled with love for this woman. She felt it burst like a cloud and crack open with the thunder, she felt it rain love.
The Feminine Principle: Yes, We Are Just Breasts And Hips.
Sometimes I wonder if the Divine Feminine is rising more in men than in women. On city streets, I see men taking their time, allowing their gait to be (consciously or not) felt out more, present, not rushed. I see women, myself included, running here and there, and I wonder why.
I Live In Shades Of Fireworks Falling From The Sky. {poetry}
Fireworks burst in my mouth. Bright lights leak from between my teeth, and my lips are cracked with liquid rubies spilling from their torn scabs. By moon fall I escaped the talons of wild beasts; slipped through their cages of ribs. At sun drop I arrived by way of a poached lion ...
Do Not Act Wise When It Comes To Love.
You will run and laugh and sing, and one day you will meet someone who makes your heart beat with no pattern again, and you might try to hide or protect yourself, or compare the different states of love, but you must not grow up.