It’s no surprise the French have 17 words for surrender. Hopeless, existential romantics either say nothing or too much. May my silence echo in your mouth where my name used to be. Or at least, that’s what I imagine hopelessly existential romantic French people say when they’re dreapeau blanc-ing on someone they might’ve loved once.…Read more Soumission
Dreams
The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.- Joseph Campbell
PSA
Some of us spend our lives living in a crime scene. Here are some things to remember: It wasn’t our fault if our body went limp and we never fought back. We’re not a terrible awful person if we can’t sleep, can’t look at our own face for a few years, can’t eat, can’t stop…Read more PSA
With Love
Dear Tribe, Remember forever ago when I started writing a book and kept saying stay tuned? I’m happy to announce, today’s the day I can share the results of that journey with you! https://videopress.com/v/1MJzTcB4?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true Born in Providence is a raw and supernatural exploration of the self-abuse required for escaping American poverty, alongside compassionately intimate and…Read more With Love
Bloodline
As my grandmother told me, as her grandmother and great grandmother told her, the Abenakis retreated from northern New England to Canada during the war. My great great grandmother was a full blooded Den Mother. I suspect she’s responsible for the lucid snow dreams; the ones where I can talk to my grandmother or hear…Read more Bloodline
Drift
Fell into Shore You fell into me Parched Water Mosely Wotta Fella Fell her Little sapling Sisters You always shit on the downtown Nothing was ever good enough Even the hole you stole Bored empty drowning Wet Bet on you Bed her down There is no current In a lake I got too tired Of…Read more Drift
Golden Slumbers
Everything after birth Bends life Like light refracting off road maps Blinding us Between moon phases Sun rises and settings In dry, desperate, dragon-clouded deserts Deaths, divorces, transplants, pandemics and whatever it means To recover from existential separation The Source From which we can never be Truly divided Shame, shadow, blame, guilt Holy redemption Broken…Read more Golden Slumbers
Alightment
photo credit: Nathan Vines Somewhere between the second star to the right and straight on till mourning, I left Bend and landed here. Parts of myself remain in transit only to return when I sleep hard enough to pull the island across the country till the shores of South Beach kiss the sidewalks of Wall…Read more Alightment
Voyant
I looked for you everywhere Fear closed my eyes to the light So we tripped Over shadows Ripping out souls Rig her, anchor and spite Cast her out Across from all the places we know Nothing compares to those horizon lines The familiar gaze Of distant planets Jagged peaks And wet trails Don’t make wishes…Read more Voyant
Child’s Pose
Eventually, carrying around the weight of the world took its toll on my back. Apparently it has something to do with parentification, years of public service, a pandemic and perimenopause. I don’t actually care what caused the pain. At this point, I just want it to stop, for all of us. You’re hurting. I hear…Read more Child’s Pose
Ride On
After my first divorce I got hit with a bout of full blown clinical depression. It felt like I swallowed a half ton magnet that was either trying to pull me into the center of an eternal void or electrocute me. So, not the funnest time. Because I’m a therapist, I knew I needed to…Read more Ride On
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