bounty

I hear there’s a bounty on my womb.A high price in the currencyof power and control.In the currencyof violenceand cowardice. You want to make a home in this body.Penetrate it with your power and lustand demand I carry the seed you’ve plantedpretending to protect the sacredwhen we both knowyour concern is for birthand not for…

descend

There are things you can only learnon your knees or in a stormor when the cracks in the foundationof this modern worldopen a chasm of uncertaintybeneath your feet. Your discontentwith what has been named normalis both grief and longingfor what your mind has forgottenbut your body remembers. You can feel itin the way a child’s…

Softer

Go softly.Softer.Softer, still.We’re all in the belly of the beast nowso find a place to lay your head downand sink deep into the thick velvetof your animal body. What happens now?Now that the ghosts of the machinehave haunted the halls of puritywrapped in their flags and audacitychanting manifestos of violenceand the monsterhas finally startedto devour…

nothing matters, everything matters

Nothing matters, everything matters.I was born on the outer edges of Autumnand I feel at home in the liminal spacebetween what is living and thriving and bloomingand what is dying and sinking back down into fertile ground.Everything comes undone.Nothing is left intact. I’m interested in the gravity that comeswith feeling the impermanence of things.Of momentsand…

wish list

I want to make you feel something.   I want good questions to always outweigh the answers that try to meet them, just enough so that we stay curious. I want to be guided by elders and children at the threshold of all that is both ancient and brand new. I want ceremonies and rituals…

feel it all

Can you sit with this ocean of grief?Can you feel the gravity of what is happeningwithout rushing towards silver liningsor happy endings?Let the wound bleed a little longerwithout running to cauterize itwith certainty or guarantees.Let the lacerations cut a little deepercarving lessons of the great mysteryinto your fleshand lean in closeto the pain.Can you soothe…

tending the fire

I can feel the way the soft underbelly of winter makes us all a little more raw, more tender, makes us turn in a little closer to ourselves. More permission to rest, get quiet, be still. Grief sits closer to the heart and marks our face with saltwater and truth. Fewer answers, more questions. The…

mother

Do you remember the sound of the hips that cracked to birth you echoing all the way back to the First Mother? The ten thousand secrets whispered into your bloodby every woman that came before you. The blessings of your lineage;how to know yourselfhow to live a lifehow to heal. The burdens;how to hold your tonguehow to carry your painhow to…

the wild will call you back

The Wild will call you back. Through half-remembered dreams and sunsets painted in burnt sienna and vermillion flamesshe will call you back home.The coyotes will wake you from your sleepwith their clarion callto keep your eyeswide open. How long have you been sleeping?How much have you forgotten? The Wild will call you back.She will hang you upside down and shake the…

for the men

Brothers, you have the mighty oak in your spine and the morning sunin your chest.Sing to me with a lion underneath your tongue;give me your soft purrand your thundering roar.You go down like a smooth whiskey warming my bodywith a deepslow burn.I’ll put my pot on your stoveand let you bring me downto a slow simmerso I know just…