It needs to rain
We need a great, big river
I wish I could stop the burning
I just want to go outside
I want to go outside but
The firewall is so high
Oil seeps into the soil
Searching for life to soak
It burns what is dry
Consuming all that is living
There is hatred in these flames
Licking at the souls of the loving
It needs to rain
We need a great, big river
I wish I could stop the burning
I just want to go outside
How do I make my way
through the firestorm
the deluge
the vitriolic wave of oil
which seeks me out
to turn me to ash
stripping me of my steady life
and love
They want to **** us. They want to **** us all.
Give me a great, big river
Carry me to safety
I just want to go outside
It needs to rain.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 10:55 AM UTC
There is such a cruel disconnect between that which we feel is true
and truth.
There was a day,
and I don’t know if it’s something I should feel grateful for,
where I was greeted by sunshine and warmth,
kind words,
and smiling friends.
I laughed and sang and danced.
I was excited and fulfilled and happy.
But I was sad,
and I was frustrated,
so, I ran, and I ran fast
to my home and the truth I knew.
I woke up from this midday dream,
a separate truth.
The dawning of my dread and despair
was momentarily masked
as I was forced to face a lover
who was filled
with excitement and gratitude
The truth I knew was sadness
and fear
and burnout
and had grown
into a pervasive despondence.
Inconsolable and out of control.
Depressed and without comfort.
No external validation could ever be enough.
Go to work.
I’ll do my best.
Come home.
I’ll keep pushing.
One week of dishes sitting in the sink.
Two weeks of laundry sitting in the dryer.
Three weeks of mail sitting on the coffee table.
A month and a half since the lost grocery trip.
Always working towards a catharsis which never comes,
I feel foolish as I bridge
the worlds of feeling and knowing,
frightened by an alarming series of
setbacks, unlearning, deprogramming.
What I feel is so disgustingly harsh
to the point it obscures and denies
the truths the universe knows.
God, I desperately wish I could be in the Boston Public Garden
and feel a sense of peace I have not known in years.
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 7:52 PM UTC
Sober somber joy
sonorous and free
Silver and silkenly sung
whispers of the heart
Single voices sing
in twos and threes
Settle down into
a shared silence, part
of creating the beloved
Interconnected bodies, intertwined souls,
creating the beloved
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 10:54 AM UTC
The sight of my favorite flowers
in the hands of another woman
will not be my downfall.
I will be grateful someone thought of her,
though I may be sad and tired.
The loss of my wallet
and all my punch cards
will not destroy me.
I will be grateful for good fortune and Apple Pay,
though I may be anxious and tired.
The ruined lipstick I just applied
now smeared across the top of a Red Bull can
will not devour my soul.
I will be grateful I had the chance to sit and feel pretty,
though I may be disappointed and tired.
Happy Valentine's Day
Happy Saturday
Happy one more day at a time
Tired of loneliness
Tired of boredom
Tired of sayings and rhymes
Though I may have many feelings and I am quite tired,
I am grateful for my life and living,
And the troubles big and small,
from grief to lost wallets,
will not ruin my day.
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 4:56 PM UTC
With sound and fury,
there are those who try their best
to create meaning in life.
They are not idiots.
Perhaps they are filled
to their necks with creativity
and the pressure of excitement,
building deep inside their hearts,
forces song from their lips,
poetry from their hands,
dance from their feet.
They are not foolish.
Perhaps they are also brought down
by the weight of a burning world
crashing down upon them
and with silence and stillness
their energy fades away and
they begin to fear the pain that comes
from their search for understanding
Bless the tired ones who explore the work of the spirit.
Bless the ones who crash and burn.
Bless them all.
They are in love with the world.
They are in love with you and I.
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 4:09 PM UTC
Transitioning winds
Bring clouds, thunder, and lightning
Sunlight will emerge
Streaming pink sunlight
Heaven’s rays rain upon me
Day’s end brings night’s truth
As ice slowly melts
New snowfall is now promised
Fearful arousal
False Spring has arrived
Providing us all with warmth
Comfort and tempest
The short life cycle
Of a harnessed tiger moth
Envelops us all
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 2:56 PM UTC
What a beautiful thing you are
such a lovely streak of grey
running through the middle of your hair
raining down your cheek onto your shoulder
gently tickling your softly pronounced collarbone;
Remember how short it used to be not so long ago
with hair on the wrong head
a coif for the wrong body
What a beautiful thing you are today
How beautiful you really are
with your smile held in place
by lines showing both age and joy
and your aquamarine eyes that shine white heat
incandescent with life greeting the world with I love you;
Remember how you used to frown not so long ago
and grimace and worry and hate
the body beneath those sad eyes
How beautiful you really are today
Tell yourself how pretty you are
Tell yourself with a grateful heart
Tell yourself how lucky you are
Tell yourself with sparkling glee
Today you are who you are
Today you are meant to be
Today you are strong
Today you are free
My goodness look at you
and the way you carry yourself
with the grace of a princess
with the poise of an elder stateswoman
and the style of a rock and roll diva;
Remember this is the way you were always meant to be
and though the path was painful
you made it through and you glow
My goodness look at you today
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 3:26 PM UTC
I am caught staring
in a moment of childlike innocence
gawking like a toddler
dumbfounded by radiance
and beauty and womanhood
at the fiery hair
furiously burning
erupting from an explosion of
gloriously untidy sweeping locks
born from copper
of a seated woman with bent knees
who seems to be staring straight through me.
I shudder and look away
shy and embarrassed
knowing fully well the sin I have committed
suddenly filled with shame
guilt and sadness
as she senses I am envious
of her undeniable sexuality
and distinct beauty
and cool confidence
and innate femininity
and she begins to furrow her brow
eyes filling with contempt.
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 2:24 PM UTC
My friend,
I give myself to you.
Walk with and guide me toward a life spent well – in service, in peace.
Free me from myself, so I may live a life of giving – take away my difficulties.
Make me a beacon of hope and health for the still sick and suffering.
Let your light shine through me, radiating love and serene living.
Let your light shine through me, always.
Dearest friend,
to you I give myself, to you I give my soul.
Sooth my healing body, teach my heart to love.
May it be so.
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 3:52 PM UTC
Snow falls outside as
ideas and visions
are revealed
by tender
fierce women
who are sharing
a moment
inside as
hearth fires
within their chests
envelop them
in spiritual warmth.
Speaking with
bold vivacity
roaring like
a bonfire
they talk of love and
liberty and
freedom from *******
cloistered and
blanketed at home
gently caressing
crafting scissors
and magazines.
It is time to go
and they feel
wholly renewed
vowing to create
more sacred times
such as these
as the holy
presence of kinship
blends into
the snow
that continues
to fall outside.
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 4:14 PM UTC