Sometimes I Will Long for Talk at Two A.M.: Ode to the Night Owl. {poetry}
Sometimes this stomach is not full, no matter what I’ve eaten. This hollow pit wants a warmth not attained by what I can fill it with.
Browsing Tag:
owl
Wild Medicine: Be Like The Prairie.
I inhaled all the pieces of my story, my internal breath like the wind washing over me, jostling gently out some of the emotional and energetic debris.
I Wish You. {poetry}
I wish you the cool clean whiteness of shells, the sacredness of bones, the memory of flight that leaves its signature in the feather.
The Impossible Possibility of Bear and Owl: A Love Story of a Different Kind.
Owl was going to fly as far away as possible to escape Bear and anything having to do with him.
But she couldn’t.
She stayed close.
In Your Love. {poetry}
You have seduced art,
from my once distracted heart,
fierce love, from my once terrified body --
you know how to reveal my soul,
shake down my walls, melt my eyes.
Agathos & Frontida. {fiction}
He realized what a mistake he had made, and learned an important lesson: it is wrong to take anything by force. All he had to do was ask; there was no need for trickery.
Matins And Mantras. {poetry}
I am the owl sitting Shiva
above someone’s rusted-hinge heart,
the Om-ing bassline just under the frost-hooked ground.