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
Anorexia
Soundbathing
There’s no need to eat pills, powders or plants if you want to hear colors, see sounds or just remember where we come from. (Hint: We’re Love and stardust.) I discovered this in tenth grade after replacing weed with astral projection. Meditation was free and the side effects ranged from decreased tension to lucid vacations…Read more Soundbathing
The Hook
Wendy was one of those broken, naive, people pleasers who’d been abused into forgetting we’re all made of stardust and love. Naturally, she found herself trapped in isolation, attempting to wash the dirty laundry of lost boys who’d show up at her balcony demanding selfless mothering. Mistaking dependency for devotion, she’d let them in, one…Read more The Hook
Sip
Recovery forces us to admit, out loud, to an unconditional witness, the secrets we keep, even to ourselves which previously allowed us to justify various dysfunctional behaviors that had once served the function of saving our lives but would eventually kill us, literally, figuratively, or both. I realized my eating disorder had turned my body…Read more Sip
Radically accepting people and the world as it is, as they are, empowers everyone and everything to exist in the dignity of their absoluteness. Tornados, oppression, open wounds; they’re all on, albeit violent, trajectories back to Love and, we don’t have to stand in their path as energetic ramparts. Who can argue with the will…Read more
Fed
Exed Up The antithesis of starvation How can we blame ourselves for failing to find something we’ve never had? I tasted you once Fleeting Ivory sheets Fluttered in the warmth of the Son’s unconditional love Between revolving doors, beds and episodes of fiery violence Something sweet like Christ and apple pie on late Sunday mornings…Read more Fed
Divisible
The first dream Where I saw you approach Love silently smothered In the yellow booster Seated at the wrong side of An unfinished Turn table Leveled by legless arms Hoisting a sword It's over my head If only I were paralyzed Could you see The slicing nightmare Piercing guiltless bread Forever divided Between all your…Read more Divisible
Break Her
The Breakers is one among a string of grandiose abodes, against which the restless Atlantic bangs her white capped head. You would too. They're embarrassingly excessive erections; temples of oppression can hardly be considered homes worthy of priceless admission with their velvet ropes and closed off rooms, everything hermetically sealed in prophylactics, much like their…Read more Break Her
Hunger
How do we gain weight when society demands we stay hungry? As a trained clinical professional, I know the eating disorder I've battled for over thirty years has been both my armor and enemy, the root of which is society's fear-fueled pecking order. I never wanted to stay hungry but was forced to starve myself…Read more Hunger
Born in Providence 