Wintering at the farthest reaches
of Scotland this year.
What a blessing to find footing
between loch and sea,
on a faraway tidal island,
wrapped in kelp ribbons.
There’s not much else beyond here.
The light is already shifting North.
I might even miss
the tenderness
of lingering nights
reluctant to leave the morning.
To begin and to end,
to rise and to bend
with the rough grace of wind.
May this season breathe
the right thing into our bones. 🎄
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 8:06 PM UTC
I wish the hug was longer.
In a daydream you rested your face
in my naked hands for a moment.
I wish the hug was longer;
That your golden light
wrapped me stronger.
Your eyes found me,
and stilled me,
and then I craved to stay sober.
For all the inappropriateness
of my desperate mind -
of the intimacy of palm to cheek,
of feeling you breathe -
I wish the hug was longer;
Just to prove myself correct
that you felt me too,
or that we’ve met before
in yet another mustn’t-do-this.
All I see in my mind’s eye
are Chrysanthemum garlands
around your altar.
Egos lie but energies know.
Maybe we loved, lifetimes ago.
Why don’t the sacred moments
linger, wonder?
All I wish is that the hug was longer.
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 6:26 AM UTC
I’m scared of days
getting shorter.
I’m scared of poison
seeping through
my brick and mortar.
The more I sit with it,
the more it tells.
The more my head fogs
and the loathing burns.
Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 7:58 PM UTC
You told me to stop caring,
so I stopped.
You said I was too nice and good,
So I cursed you to rot.
I don’t remember
storing anger,
but now I know where it lives -
and I ******* love the jolt.
I gave a lot back then,
my ego grew a ton.
So now I only take.
Receiving, I still don’t.
Yet another love to grieve.
Empty wears the mask of free.
I’ve got nothing left in me,
But just another urge to flee.
I run on empty - once again -
I’ve let myself down.
Disgraced and burned
and hollowed out.
All my compasses
are spinning senseless
Like my reckless head
spins on my neck.
The only path
I see ahead
leads only to whomever
might just have me next.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 1:12 PM UTC
I’ve been carrying
a weight on my shoulders,
which I don’t remember lifting.
Black smoke rises from my sizzling skin.
You stoke the fire, but deny the arson.
Stifled screams
pile up inside of me,
turning my ribcage
into chambers of torment.
Blow up.
Shatter.
Cracked bone.
Poison blood.
Lived memory.
I hear the collective howl
of thousands
of women before me.
Underneath the rage, there is longing.
Pain
pours out of me in blood
staining the soil.
Our Mother absorbs it.
And yet still,
she grows flowers.
Why can’t we take
even one step closer?
I’m tired of reaching
my hands out
through the aether.
Come find me.
I’ll wait
at the scorched golden field
where fury and yearning meet.
Glowing through the fever smoke.
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 2:10 PM UTC
I looked
in the cracks
of my mirror
and saw
compulsive attachments
to things
slightly unhealthy;
A mask
to a pain
innate,
repulsive.
I long
to expose
my unearthing;
The marrow of the bone -
from the unreachable core
to the ore of my tissue.
To admit
that I don’t really miss
Anyone;
But a once-in-a-lifetime chance
to find home.
To be loved completely.
And
to be loved whole.
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 7:11 AM UTC
Oh, to breathe freely enough
to release the creatures that live in our heads.
To learn to accept the gift of the ocean
while something deep still longs for the mountain.
To dream away the blues in daylight,
till the sun falls and dreams turn into stars
we can pick with our hands,
rearrange and create our own constellations.
Oh, to remain childlike, with wondering eyes,
leaving no stone unturned.
To walk the path unfolding -
bare-footed, bare-hearted, bare-naked.
Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 6:36 PM UTC
Mistakes are cool.
I call them redirections—
the grail that holds the potential
for all our reinventions.
What if they come
to remind us
of our heart’s true intentions—
the dreams we dream of
but never dare mention?
Maybe they even point
to the answers we seek
to our big, eternal questions.
We tread carefully,
trying so hard to avoid learning the lesson-
and yet
we never truly pay attention.
Do we?
We’re bound by the world’s imposed expectations,
But honestly—
how do we ever find the Connection
if we keep performing the dance
with such dedication?
Where is the mess?
The mire and distress?
The indigestible tension
that pulls the guttering out of us
and spills like infection?
I think we mis-took our mis-takes
for downfalls.
What if we defied the convention?
What if we’re missing
the gist of it;
the heartline to freedom—
the road to revelation?
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 7:12 PM UTC
Αχ ρε μωρό…
Αν μπορούσες να δεις στον καθρέφτη μας
πόσο τρυφερά σε βλέπω εγώ.
Πόσο λυπάμαι που κρύβεσαι όταν σκάει το πυροτέχνημα
γιατί φοβάσαι τους κρότους.
Πόσο πονάω που δεν δέχεσαι τα όμορφα που συμβαίνουν.
Πως ρε μωρό…
Μόνος παλεύεις το αναπόφευκτο,
μόνος μάχεσαι δαίμονες φτιαχτούς στο μυαλό σου,
χτυπώντας τα χέρια στον αέρα σαν μικρό παιδί.
Μόνος με σπρώχνεις μακριά σου.
Δεν σε αδικώ…
όντως, το φως τυφλώνει
όταν είναι πολύ δυνατό.
Στο κάτω-κάτω…
Μετά από χρόνια,
όταν θα έχεις ξεχάσει το άρωμά μου
και θα έχεις πείσει τον εαυτό σου
ότι μείναμε φίλοι,
εμένα θα μου αρκεί να θυμάμαι
πως κάπου-κάπου,
ίσως άξιζε ο χρόνος που χάσαμε μαζί.
Αν κάπου-κάπου,
αγαπηθήκαμε για μια στιγμή
στ’ αλήθεια.
Κι αν ακόμα
δεν μπορέσεις να με βρεις
στα μισά του δρόμου
που αρνείσαι να βαδίσεις,
να ξέρεις
ότι σ’ αγάπησα εγώ,
κι ας μην μπόρεσες εσύ
ποτέ να μ’ αγαπήσεις.
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 10:14 AM UTC