How Would You be Categorized if Lost? According to experts in search and rescue, it is a myth that we panic when lost. Instead, most of us experience shock, disbelief, and embarrassment. Why is so hard to ask for help? It turns out, it isn’t just men who don’t ask for direction. Many people experienceContinue reading “My Compass Is Moral”
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Libran Muses All On Her Own
Libra strikes. Not with a sword. But with a soft spoken word.
All of this is for meant for you
Patty Cakes, wild flowers in your hair,, ginger colored dancing, fingers always reaching, eyes searching, hearts beating, fresh clean sheets, clear watery eyes, seaching, spots for sobbing, feet that cant stop running… The sun as it rises and day unplanned filled with little surprises, train rides, high fives, raindrops, gum drops, bus stops, PlaneContinue reading “All of this is for meant for you”
A Long Time Coming
Winter gives way to warm, makes room for more and it is this delicate time of renewal I reach farthest in my mind, my hand outstretched hoping to discover two paper planes still in flight. We promised to bend air and reality for as long as ever- maybe we meant forever, maybe you really meantContinue reading “A Long Time Coming”
Mother’s Helping Hand
When you’ve cashed in all your do-overs and all the I’m sorry I am late’s and the dog is too full to eat your homework… You can come to me. I will know what to do, I have been here before. I can help. When you’ve spent your bottom dollar on a bet,Continue reading “Mother’s Helping Hand”
Honor Bound by Body
I unfold in front of you slowly and suddenly and then all at once as if there were a portal in the magical middle of you I am bound to the place you pin me. Make no sudden moves, I can’t stop the crest fallen swoon of the eager sparrow- hips locked with your rhythmicContinue reading “Honor Bound by Body”
Amantes Sunt Amentes
Washed Away
Something happened to my heart I can’t follow where it strays Something took hold of me, My wild beating heart has left me It Betrays. Give me back my common sense, Im so sick and tired of the nonsense. It twists my form, and leaves me feeling a kind of dirty that cant be cleaned.Continue reading “Washed Away”
Consumate Kindred
It has been 1,460 days since you showed me your mark. 2,102,400 minutes since my blood pumped to this heart that belongs to you. Isn’t it funny how if you break time into smaller bits and stretch it out over the skin of this body how much of that vast space between the last placeContinue reading “Consumate Kindred”
A Little Left (of center)
To the other mother sitting across from me, hugging your purse to your body, as you sit scared and cold and alone. You’re not having a good day. Your hair is neatly tucked behind your ears, and your clothes look a little too big. Have you lost your appetite? Are you sick inside and terrified?Continue reading “A Little Left (of center)”
