It’s like a sink hole
Everything's going along then
Boom
You’re falling
You hit the bottom again and you have to find your way out of that
***** muck
Don’t look at me
I’m filthy
***** muck
I’ll reach up as far as I can until
It hurts

it would be really nice to be able to share my madness with
someone
the tree is still tonight

Let's slow life down just a little
with a sprinkle

...

i focus on my hand and
i see
happiness is closing my eyes and not being here
it's like....
trying
click of the tongue
different
i like it

push push out of the way
i set my hair free
i see my hand but i can't focus on it
but i do see every vein

all quite odd really

My adrenalin is curdling
Douse me in rose water to dampen the steel blue and olive green in the mist
breathe
Gratitude and silver kettles
stepping stones
Complacent?
no
Diffident.
naivete surrenders

....

Shhhhhh

How can you be the keeper for so many people and love but just one
It has to be the longevity

i sit in the chair that belonged to the king
i am the queen
the chair belongs to me now
every time i sit in that chair
it groans and
                                        i laugh

.....

the woman's world of ginger

Antique roses & port wine magnolia scented with side eye of tobacco & unwashed four day mortality.
An elegant desired solitude.
Wake to stepping birds & plump cheeks dribbling on chilled silk thread pondering…. 30 million sikhs hidden in the silhouette of racism with a formless, inclusive god who seem to, well, care and include those who are bigoted Christians, oppressive Muslims, Islamists, Jews, karmic Hindus & Buddhists.
I’ll dance in my imperfect perfection amongst the morning squall and contemplate
freedom.