Ways Of The Soul

I understand now,why hearts shatter in the middle of the night,in the shade of darknesswhere there is no hopeof spectatorscoming to intrude on the truthof a telling sadness. I understand whyit’s impossible to talkwith that lump in the throat,wading in …

Random Thoughts: Pretending I Knew A Famous, Dead Stranger

I once watched a movie which depicted the life of a painter… The painter, described by the Internet as ‘morally skittish’, left his family behind for a carefree, Tahitian existence. If I remember correctly, the painter had a friend who …

The Race Series: What Is The Opposite Of Generational Trauma?

There’s a conversation going around these days about the generational traumas we inherit from previous generations and pass on to our descendants. I’d say it’s an attempt to justify all the inexplicable patterns that crop up in families -regardless of …

The Blossoming Girl Asks…

“If I do but just one worthwhile thingthen may I be named Great Woman? “Must She the Magnificent truly do it all?the conquering,the sweet submission;the mistressing,the legal seduction;the virtuous obeying,the beautiful rebellion;the humility that balances all things human,the goddessing;the never-ageing,the …

Risk

There could be a sequel…an elaborate improvement on the now.But we’re hiding within that feelingof twisting limbs ’round each otherwhile sipping soothing beverages,of running fingers through braided hair,pretending tomorrow will never come. There could be candid conversationsstarring in A Tense …

There’s No Such Thing As Writer’s Block

I don’t believe in writer’s block. I used to. But not anymore. I thought I had it for about 6 years. I would sit down to write and… nothing. I would force something, then crumple it up into nothing. That …

I Hear Voices

The voices of my roots are mellow-sometimes shrillI sense their reverberations in my bones,a call for guidance,whether or notto grow up, up all around me,crawl around my frame,tiptoe across my neck-squeeze.Or to grow deep into the earth,sturdy and confident,grounded by …

Ceasefire

It’s a funny thing when a struggle endsand you realiseyou’ve forgottenhow not to struggle,how not to be tense and alert,how not to constantly scan horizons for enemies;and-when a good thingis looking you in the eye-how to open your armsand welcome …

Ghost

We’re not adults. We are phantoms of our former child-selves, built up over the years because you are supposed to be good to children, then torn down over time because that’s what you do when they look older. All Rights …