I want to be acknowledged for My work, My time, My energy spent into ensuring that your data is Good I want to feel seen, and heard for the effort I put into the research I love so dear I want to feel supported and empowered by the women around…

Bohemia is coming your way She doesn’t have to act to stay The temple is calling today, “Remain with yourself,” it says She doesn’t have to pretend to care when we all fade into the background forget you put your life on hold for nothing and breathe out. A new…

When I have that stream of blood, I think, “What if I chose you?” How would my life had changed? Would more meaningful thoughts occupy my brain? Day to day would be for you, you would be my morning, and my evening, the sun rising, and setting, my vision would…

Closer to my deadline and further from my goal Twenty-five is turning out to be less than I’d hope I thought I was going to die, I was so high Running through the woods as if I could fly Trying to get back to the ranch Seeking that blond-haloed goddess …

There’s a comfort in sitting alone in your own living room in your own house with your own body serving as your voice, a beating drum, awakened by the Earth. It’s a comfort that doesn’t quite compare with that of other, more external kinds that require circumstances to make them…

When fires burn too hot, too fast they die out left without oxygen and foliage to burn — The wood was too loosely packed, the pine too thin and dry without a solid foundation to build upon, and no nice, hard wood to foster a slow, hot burn. We were…

How is it that you are in my dreams when I’m grieving another? Your scent as crisp as the days when we were capable of closeness when you were mine, when this was ours. You keep visiting me with questioning eyes wanting me, touching me, kissing me, professing your love…

it’s been a while, she said since i made love — like a connection with another human being he doesn’t understand, what making love means and claims the only time was once in his dreams that’s interesting she says, was it wet? but he just laughs because he doesn’t understand what she said instead he claims, that, after all, it’s not about love — but Sex

Colors bleeds from a pen the way it drains from a body flowing until it empties out The scars on your wrist vertical and jagged covered by shadow puppets cannot hide the pain remaining which caused that action to be, and seems to boil up again in fits of overwhelming…