The Blood Worm Moon of March has shed something from me. It awakens, then falls back to sleep, then reemerges once more, just like the spring awakening that yearns to come. Yet, she’s temperamental – a lion snuffing the winter from her nostrils. Like us. Let’s cut to the point– I know because I’ve done…
My eyes aren’t fledgling anymore… A sort of somberness settles inside me with the implication alone. Growth. It makes me nervous. It can get so big in the britches. But this is a deeper knowledge of self – one that appreciates to a greater degree how little a person ever truly knows about themselves. That’s…
The witch is back on her broom again. She’s got her cauldron bubbling over, splattering onto the hearth & homestead of your imaginations. Nimble fingers wrap twine around birds’ feathers, pulling them into her hair. She mutters her words of safety for the flight – her eyes pinched shut. I’m hot-gluing golden sequins onto her…
It’s time we get more thought-provoking, isn’t it? I look down the rim of my glasses, mothering you without the sense to check myself. Born into a muscle memory I never wanted. Aren’t you ready for that, I ask you. For that deeper conversation? The one question, hanging on your chin… not mine. I smirk…
Whenever you’re finished… the look on my face says I know you see me. One of us is always waiting on the other, only it feels like the shoe’s on the other foot for once. I realize we’ve been sharing a pair this whole time, two-stepping on endless loop for what feels like hours, and…
We’re both spinning in a paddleboat beneath the willow tree on a foggy moonlit night. The lightning bugs encircle us with their hypnotic flashing. I can almost see the frogs just under the water, singing, each time you tug on the oars. The Prince Eric to my Princess Ariel is oblivious. He’s wondering why it’s…
I’m so broken… Not in the sense you’d imagine. Most people paint me as either saint or sinner, but there’s room for little else in their imaginations. They’re not busying themselves too much with that. After all, I’m not their main character. And that’s okay. It doesn’t have to be about me. I understand their…