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Well that makes sense

Had an epiphany in the past day or two. How older ladies become cat ladies. I know why it happens now. Because as women get older their level of “I don’t give a fuck” increases. This isn’t just because they’re older but because of getting to a hormonal maturity does change women’s personalities to whereContinue reading “Well that makes sense”

Music

Is still so hard for me. It was our love language, how we ached for one another, how we wooed, preened one another’s feathers. My eyes flutter shut when I remember the smell and taste of her under me while we listened to our love story playlist. How she would call me “Grasshopper”. How itContinue reading “Music”

Prime of My Life

My entire existence I’ve been told “a woman’s sexual prime is in her 40’s…I looked forward to feeling that rush, that high, of being there. Feeling more myself than ever. Having a confidence I couldn’t have imagined before. Of being seen by others in a light I never had. In many ways most of thoseContinue reading “Prime of My Life”

Constellation, a reading

Mourn

I walk to the trees, for they cannot walk to me. But in dreams they do. They come to me calling, whispering my name in the sighs of their branches, laughing trickling down to me through their leaves, for they are as happy to be known as I am. No one knows me as aContinue reading “Mourn”

Drum Waltz

I dance For my feet shall sing And move me along with the notes, Toeing the soil our mother holds me And the tree who has always reached for me Since I saw her Seems to also hold the stars in her hands. I move Without music playing all I can hear Are drums relegatingContinue reading “Drum Waltz”

Beauty in the Darkness

Pushing the benches into a circle, her path to the center from the West, she walked East to sit among us, no higher no lower we were all living beings Equals with stories to tell, as she asked from us, pulling them with a gentle song in her voice. Red Cardinal woman burned sage inContinue reading “Beauty in the Darkness”

Greedy

Fixated I’ve thought of this moment for far too long to let it end too quickly Imagining the soft curve of your hip, sliding down from your waist in Burgundy trickles I want waves I need to score you deeply, read your bones from outside your skin Taste the muscles that move you, melt onContinue reading “Greedy”

Four years

Four years ago todayMy body quitFor meFor no one elseIt decidedI couldn’tNot one more sipFor meIt died a thousand little deathsSo I could live. Happy Soberversary to me, to my body, and rebirth.

Dreams

We all dream of ourselves…especially when we dream of houses, or places we live. I’ve several places I return to in my dreams repeatedly. One is a wild spring that feeds into a river and every time I dream of it it’s different. Sometimes it’s being overrun by destructive humans. Sometimes it’s wild and free.Continue reading “Dreams”