between belief

I’d rather be wrongthat You might be glorified.Your yoke is easy and your burdenis light.Your burden is light.My yoke is perfection. My burden?Direction.My burden is running from death asthough running could stop it.My burden is running from endingsendlessly. My Lord, I am a daughter ofdemocracy, of equality, of liberty. As your servant, your subject,surrendering my... Continue Reading →

Sanguine

28 days and blood let run independent of any decision on my part but I run out of temper, out of hindrances to the words behind my tongue and these days, you know exactly how I feel multiplied by as honest as I should have been two weeks ago when you shared the news now... Continue Reading →

Adagio and the Late Bloomer

I'll remember your adagio kisses on my forehead. How for the first time in my life I actually wanted to give,how I wanted to give to you. O to apprehend this desire within myself--that it exists after all,all of my thirty-odd years.The desire to give of my body--without shame or anxiety, without fear or disgust,without... Continue Reading →

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