i want my body to rot

I want my body to rot.Loose skin and sagging breastslips thinned by the years of laughterevery line untucked and carved deep.I want to be so wrinkled and witheredthat the AI can’t even identify a faceto smooth and plumpand your $86 serum drowns itselfin my crow’s feet. My divine feminine doesn’t needjade eggs or goddess codesshe…

the year

The year of stepping into the middle. The year of honey. Flowers. Bare skin under the sun. The year of learning when to let go + when to hold on. The year the whole world was reminded that there is no normal to return to. The year of saying what I want out loud. The…

winter

Tuning out and turning in. Shifting the gaze towards the holiness of the subtle, the mundane, the small things. The quiet joy of warm socks and soft landings. The ache of muscles and tendons after the wood has been hauled and the path cleared. Slowing down and tucking in with revelry for the dark and…

lessons

I just spent a week at the feet of a mighty elder, Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés. It’s going to take a small lifetime to digest everything that went down these past days, not to mention the past few months on the farm. So many ebbs and flows, ups and downs, but life in my 40s…

moments

Come and lay your bodydown on the earthshe’s got a poemfor your grieving heartand open palms.Release your backinto her soft foldsopen up your chestand pour yourselfall the wayout. Let the gods sing secrets to youthrough the throatof the red-winged black birdlisten closelyas they shiver up your neckcalling you back home.Drop deep into your bellyrelax your…

interdependence

May we release the myth of independence and make a declaration to embrace and nourish our interdependence May we pledge allegiance to the land, to the waters, to our human and nonhuman kin, to the earth-body we call home May we find our house of worship in the trees, the sky, the dirt, the mountains,…

dance

I want to see you dance. Not the choreographed, lead and follow, booty shaking, I-know-this-is-what-you-like dance. Give me the the animal of your body, unhinged and clawing and flailing to the heartbeat of the earth until you summon the gods themselves to pour libations at your feet. The ecstatic unraveling that dismembers your shame, that…

the jester

You must have me confused with another womanor another version of mefrom three daysor three yearsor three loversor three lifetimes agoback when I still thought that gracemeant keeping my eyes closedand my mouth shut. You say you love mebut maybe that’s only whenthere’s no one else availableto mother you. You say you support mebut maybe…

for Ukraine

There is no place in my bodyno nerve in my systemno string in my heartno corner of my mindthat knows how to make sense of war. I’m thinking about a mother giving birthto the sound of planes ripping the sky openthe pain contracting through her bodythe fear flowing from breast to mouththe shock waves that…

queen

When I say that I’m like a fine winewhat I really meanis that I’ve been aged to perfectionand your tongue will touch my bitter and my sweetwith hints of sun-kissed blackberriesand fresh vanilla creambefore I hit the back of your throatand leave your mouth wateringwith my scent lingering on your lips. Forget the half-assed lovefull…