Return

I have another post coming soon, and this post will likely be a bit raw. But I felt the need to share it tonight. This evening, I've been thinking about the words "come with me" and "return." I hear them not only in English but in Spanish... "Conmigo. Volvere." These words have been bouncing around in …

Shell

I am sharing a very vulnerable piece of my heart today, over on the blogging collective I'm involved with: The Sisterwives. I would love it if you would please go view this piece. It took a lot of guts for me, both to write it and to record it. It's not something I often make …

distilled. (a poem)

distilled.faces flashed by.warp speedslowed byyour eyes, my eyes.I caught thema butterflywings flutteringsoftly against my hand.Wide openyou gulpeda world full ofbrackish waterThrough the opened lidseverything floodedan ocean in yourone entire drop of self.But you laughed.because beauty ofasymmetryis this...that by swallowingthe oceanyou can losethe dropand all youever wantedwas to bea very lost drop.distilled.