New Mexico, where I live, is currently swaddled by fires, And so it feels incumbent to pray for rain. * And yet my prayer is not only for New Mexico, nor for literal rain: It is for all people, places, and times, and for all soothing, quenching liquids for various states of distress. * My… Continue reading A prayer for rain
Tag: poetry
Pillow talk
The things learned beside the pillow of a lover, Secrets told and then made obsolete when relationship ends. * Facts about a dangerous past, An abusive one, About mistakes made, Fantasies rendered. * What to do with such truths when the connection is irrelevant? What becomes them? * Do they live on, Like ghosts that… Continue reading Pillow talk
The strand
There is a strand of light That I have been following my whole life. I know it as a sensation: A pull forward from my heart, My gut, Perhaps from somewhere deeper. * When in touch with the strand, I feel a sense of flow, An intuitive “yes” to what is being offered me by… Continue reading The strand
Valentine’s day poem
Happy valentine's day To the parts of myself I hide. These are the parts of myself That easily get angry, reactive, or afraid, The parts of myself that cower and cry without reason. * I am worried that when people see these parts of me, They won't want to know me, And so I do… Continue reading Valentine’s day poem
In every ideology, something true
I am not a capitalist, but there is a truth that life has become better since agriculture and that competition produces greatness. I am not a marxist, but there is a truth that profit is made through exploitation. I am not an anti-vaxxer, but there is a truth that pharmaceutical companies abuse their power and… Continue reading In every ideology, something true