I find that as I enter the hibernation period, I often stock up on words. Words that reflect the little light that is left as the twilight of the year arrives. Verses that remind me there is delight in dormancy and breadth in darkness.
I may never see you again, never know your name, but this day, I take you home with me, and you, the stranger, becomes a part of me embedded into the life I paint.
I must, and choose to, sit in the in-between, a place I always strive for, and not fate anything or anyone to anything. I imbue myself with curiosity, an inquisitive nature, and drop the story of how it's going to be, but rather discover it as it unfurls itself, as a choice that the nation and ...
What is happening is happening to all of us. The poverty, the disease, the natural disasters wiping out thousands -- all are personal to me. It is my self, my child, my lover, my sister, my best friend. It is the pulse of the main vein in a body that leads to the heart of everything. And it is ...
If you are a good person and you are kind to me, it doesn't matter to me who you vote for as long as you and I can find equanimity between us, the confluence, the space in the in-between.
If I let myself run naked across this page, you will see me. I will be vulnerable. A deer in an open meadow with a bow and arrow pointed at my heart, or my jugular. I might stand wide-eyed and terrified of being laid to rest in a pool of my own blood-spill, or maimed to the point of crawling ...
We all start out innocent, until something comes along and twists our souls into torment, like it did with my mother. Her only way out was to take her life.