#retelling
They said I drowned,
but the truth is softer:
I laid myself down like an offering.
I spit river into their open mouths.
I bit the lilies in half.
Silk turned cathedral.
I let my dress balloon with river light.
The earth had nowhere else for me.
If you pressed your ear to the surface,
you would have heard me humming.
They didn’t write that part.
When they pulled me out,
I still had violets in my teeth.
I still had the nerve to look alive.
If ruin was the crown they gave me,
I wore it dripping.
I wore it bright.
You think you know the story:
girl, river, grief.
But the water was warm that day.
The sky was a soft ache.
I was tired of carrying everyone else’s ending.
So I wrote my own.
Not drowned.
Not tragic.
Not accepting their ending.
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 3:04 PM UTC
"Jesus, son of Stada, is the Jesus, son of Pandira?"
Rav Hisda said, "The husband was Stadia and the lover was Pandora. His name was Spartacus & her name was Pythia."
"But was not the husband Nicodemus, son of Socrates and the mother Juno?"
"No. His mother was Raet-Tawy, who let her hair grow long and was called Maccabees." Maacah says about her: "She was unfaithful to her husband."
"But what of the roots of his tree?"
"The fruit that you see be not enough?"
"What of that which still eludes me?"
Do you still wonder?
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 4:40 PM UTC
Bite not the tongue,
But latch the cheek.
Lash not the mule,
But strike the ***
Ignore not the statistics,
But silence the opinions.
Waste not the seed,
But peel the onion.
Wantonly not dump,
But dispose of the garbage.
Carelessly not to jump,
But to gracefully land.
Rip them not off,
But open the lids.
Cause not interference,
But adjust your receivers.
Lose not the vision,
But get the picture.
Trade not for fidelity,
But increase your resolution.
Become not hidden,
But show the elusive.
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 12:18 PM UTC
And so in the years to come
The prince and the maiden become one
And though he misses his family
He and the maiden live joyfully
How far they’ve come from the prince of the seas
And the maiden who sails with the breeze
How far they’ve grown through the years
Through pain and joy and laughter and tears
The story all started back when the prince saves
The maiden who fell beneath the waves
And in the future days hereafter
The prince and the maiden live happily ever after
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 6:55 AM UTC
So early that day, before the rising morn
The prince kneels at the water, sad and forlorn
And his brothers rise with a solution
That to save him there must be an execution
So they hand him a knife, sheen and bare
Traded for their golden hair
And tell him this **** he must complete
And let the maiden’s blood drip at his feet
Only this way could he enter the sea
But the prince knows he cannot agree
For it is not the maiden’s faught
That it is the wrong man she sought
And so the angels of the sky
Hearing his sad, lovesick reply
Seek to show the maiden the wrong obverse
And fly down from heaven to break his mute curse
And so finally he could speak again
And he sprints to the wedding glen
His voice calling to the maiden’s ears
And hearing it, she cries joyful tears
And as their words of love are spoken
The last part of the spell is broken
So that they will forever live on land
The prince and the maiden, hand in hand
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 6:53 AM UTC
And so the prince swims to land
And embraces the chilling spell at hand
His tail disappears, and is replaced by two
Human legs, both soft and new
Wobbling a bit, he slowly stands
And brushes away the water stained sands
And there he awaits, hopefully
The maiden who fell into the sea
When she comes, she comes gracefully
And he kneels before the shine of she
The maiden, her heart kind and bestowed
Welcomes the prince to her humble abode
And the next few months they go to and fro
And through this time the prince knows
Should the marriage of the maiden to another resolve
The dawn of the next day, the prince will dissolve
The maiden didn’t mind that the prince was mute
For it wasn’t his voice that’s his impute
But what a pity, for all the maiden knows
Is his beautiful voice singing his woes
On the day the prince will declare his love
The maiden tells him then thereof
That there is only one who her heart is for
And it’s the fisher who she believes saved her
And so the maiden, in kindness and laughter
Finds the man and declares her love after
Their wedding will happen at that midnight
To celebrate dawn’s coming light
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 7:14 AM UTC
last night the wolves came.
*there are plum bruises across the sky
and mountains burnt white with faded sun and there’s a path seared sharp into the pines that brightens as the sky dims.*
*there’s a nameless man beneath the gallows
squatting like a carrion-bird at a **** a
smile splits his face like a wound
there’s blood like spilled wine, great grinning
pools of it, and the snows are thirsty to drink*
*and there’s a woman with a story like a knife
and nothing to lose, and she sharpens her words and follows the fraying path into the woods.*
the wolves come.
they always do.
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 2:03 PM UTC
If ancient Gods’ gaze upon me with judgement,
Judge evenly.
Judge not your errors,
Witness your loose fingers carving
Misery one whisper at a time.
Observe male and male actions of
Understanding; where does this burden carry you?
If tyranny is the call of man
The conscious invisibility murdered your perfection.
Call man a beast and watch beasts roam the earth.
To whom do you call in distress?
Darlings gone rogue,
Or was this foretold?
I cannot call upon you; I never have.
Call this a confession of poisoned sin:
In acquaintance, love and kin
I cannot trace your value.
So call onto me, oh merciful monster,
All the injustices of the world for us to fix.
For all we mortals can really do is understand,
Forgive and carry on with the great burden
Of self-destruction and
Inflicted preservation.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC
The water is icy cold
As I press the sharp blade--
A dagger given to **** a curse,
And to take my love for you.
The thought bites,
So does the silver,
Burying itself into flesh.
How could I do this?
How could they ask me?
Why would I **** my true love?
The ones that gave me this burden
Were more like me than you could ever be.
After the deed is done,
When you look down on me,
Will you see me for what I've done?
I can't bear the thought.
I say my last farewells,
Bubbles and a kiss to the night air,
Then I step willingly through the door.
Better I go than
Destroy your future.
You look up one last time
Before the curse shatters my
Bleeding heart.
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC