The Labyrinth

Most days my mind feels like the inside of a pumpkin— tangled, stringy, goopy, I wish I could just carve myself  from the inside out, scraping out every last anxious ruminating cyclical thought, but anxiety is the Minotaur and the labyrinth that imprisons it, it is the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh Hydra head when…

Fishing for Light

If I were to  as Pablo Neruda wrote, sit on the rim of my own well of darkness, fishing for light, I might see monarch butterflies emerging  from a winged skull on a 1700’s gravestone, or the girth of a 200-year-old European beech tree snaking its way up the well to greet me, or maybe…

You Are

You are the smell of a hundred years of pine trees whose needles lay muddled  by the feet of hikers on an early summer’s morning. You are the grace of a lily pad floating atop a corner of the lake with her roots in place to prevent her from drifting away. You are the resilience…

Everlasting

I am everlasting, even after this body dies its nutrients will rise  giving life back to the soil, to the cracks where wild flowers grow—  this I know. I am uncertain  of the future in a lot of ways  but this was the life  and the body I was given  so as long as I …

Weightless

I’m starting to feel my toes again the feeling has returned  to my ankles  my shins  my knees snaking its way around  my waist, my ass up the middle of my back tracing my spine  vertebrate by vertebrate, and occasionally gets stuck  like an ascending wooden rollercoaster, jolting and threatening  to dump me out of…

Beauty From Just Being

I am infinite though my body will come to rot, press your hand against my skin, feel 300 years worth  of strength of stories of sheer existence  coursing through this bark to let you know it is okay to be torn open just as it is okay to grow, it is part of growing. You…

Budding

Buds on the tree  they think they are free from a New England winter  that bucks in the middle of spring, but that doesn’t stop the bees  from drinking up on this summer’s eve.

Illusion

She goes to sleep with the illusion  of human connection  glowing from her TV  and spends her days watching people in a box as if real people she could hug and touch  were only a thing of museums  and she had to pay  just to get in, because if she can’t rely  on her loved…

Sapling

I’ve been this struggling sapling worming and  wriggling  to breach the surface  to breathe the air  I’ve always longed for, but up  isn’t always up and down isn’t always down and sometimes east and west  are conjoined twins and I’m racking my brain to figure out why we should  Never Eat Shredded Wheat because it…

Woman

Understand  that I will not chase you as I am a woman not a bitch with a bone.