Journaling this morning I had a little epiphany about my general discomfort with ambiguity. ‘Where are we going? When will we get there? Why are we going? Who will be there? What will we do? What will or whose will, will be done to us? Beanie, t-shirt, jacket, snacks?’ I thought if I understood what…Read more Still
CPTSD
Home
By the time I left for college, my family had moved nine times. I used to have a recurring nightmare of running down a street holding a cardboard box that was falling apart with each stride. Between college and the couch I’m currently sitting on, I’ve moved thirteen times, been briefly homeless and survived an…Read more Home
Fawn
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
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
Solstice
Hurting ourselves or hurting others is a knee-jerk reaction to being hurt. Survival reflex til we wake up, take the reigns and say: Enough. Only to discover that’s not enough either. Solstice under a full moon is a good time for releasing the need to hurt and replace it with Love. How many times do…Read more Solstice
What If
“There is freedom waiting for you On the breezes of the sky And you ask ‘What if I fall?’ Oh but my darling, What if you fly?” -Erin Hanso Surrendering to change in the midst of this global eclipse. Aligning with my intention for this year, Ease; the hardest lesson we’ll ever learn is giving…Read more What If
Burning Moonlight
We abandon hunger At the first sliver of light Baby crescent cobra Hovers over Unburied bones On thawing ground We cannot weight To shove them under Careful consumption Exposed in onion skinned detail The swollen swallow Chokes On a breath of fresh air Replacing the silence of peacekeeping With deafening truth Sing sing sing Goodbye…Read more Burning Moonlight
Salt
I want to spit the Unforgiving truth across your unsaved face Slap your mouth with my sharpened tongue Fatten and split your lip In front of the empty fridge Where you picked apart my imperfections Just before the exam When I'd barely yet begun to be You hated hated hated me Hungry for the elusive…Read more Salt
Feeling Right
Many of us are asking ourselves if it's ok to feel a sense of vindication, even celebration, that certain people got some bad news this week. As a licensed clinician and survivor of complex trauma, I thought I'd share some insights about what's happening. When someone's behaved in ways that recklessly demolished the hopes, dreams,…Read more Feeling Right
Under Wait
Mass incarcerated index Prestigious, profitable Ignorance Has made prisoners Of us all Ignoring soul hunger Begging at Defeat Stupid Catholics prey On children Bathing birds Birthing hips To wash your sins away An eternity of tears Cannot erase this Invisible, insatiable monster Of compassionless greed Terrified Tories Insist We rise strong That which doesn't kill…Read more Under Wait
