Yessed to death Permissive patience In the absence of ever having had a Who What Where When Does the truth finally Choke you woke To the reality of being Either doormats, mice or brutish men Who force their broken hunger On unconscious bodies Just because I sat there A perch Parrot Frozen pickerel Paralyzed scream…Read more Fawn
Month: August 2021
Where Do We Grow
The ocean was a frothy milkshake Of creatures, seaweed and waves Where do we grow from here? The impasse buckling the only bridge we’d known A cleared path between parked plastic and ascended sanctuary Double yoked and sensible surrender cracked you open Replacing sheer terror with determination And I ran To a shame-filled room where,…Read more Where Do We Grow
Or, is being trauma-informed the essence of enlightened Love, which is what some of us call God? But first, a little context. Back in the late 90’s two white, male doctors conducted a study out of Kaiser-Permanete and essentially discovered an irrefutable link between childhood adversity and adult health outcomes. The study, Adverse Childhood Experiences,…Read more Wondering
Binge watching global human excellence, and this breath of pure and priceless wisdom is the best of it all. My therapist is also a sports psychologist. We were talking about the intersections of trauma, threshold anxiety, and the general terror that comes from attempting to be our authentic self (for me anyway…my inner child constantly…Read more Gold
Sometimes I mistake porch lights for the moon.