Engaged in paths unfolding — My feels grow in ink blots on abandoned canvas— First fear with its sly, well-rounded paranoia Enveloping mantras I wish to own, leaving A cool sheen that will surely heighten its allure To all who dare delve into my perimeters. Second, hope stirs a valley of echoes within The ceaselessly…

Dear friends — it’s been a while … — I am one of those people who ponder more than they act—yet when I do, it is on the larger scale of things, like moving to a new continent, just because it feels possible. I am one of those people who spends more time inside looking out, investigating the poetry…

Bouncing around: qualifiers of self — What do you do? New friends ask me— The dazzling European Colonising their country With empathy. They want to know What magic breeds When life’s furious seasons May alchemise discontent Into healing. I am … Diseñadora Escritora Poetisa Entrenadora —or whatever … My throat constricts With swift coyness— A surprising occurrence For the…

Do you remember closeness? — I can’t pinpoint when it started drifting away This bond that’s fading fast from lack of nurturing A sensation of slow decay seeps through its walls Where our sentiments turn into careful compost. Raging against the death of love, I cry urgent Though I suspect it’s but the familiar refrain Of…

Inner geography reflected outward — I’ve travelled from winter to summer transiting into autumn fast as I board a plane for spring certain to return for winter’s beginning. One year’s seasons in half the time with lessons gently distilled into distinctive drops of wisdom expanding, constricting, like the enduring breath and a little bit like…

What we leave untouched — This sphere of intimacy we’ve built, in exchanges growing past the recognised illicit—a third party only an imagined triangle in the mayhem of subjectivity—has me dreaming in Tarot cards, submerged in symbol synapses, wailing not to be ignored, pre-emptively crucified by the Three of Swords, surprised by my own revolt…

I have tried to remove myself, but I can’t — Do you know I have tried to release myself from you, numerous times? In sincere presence, I repeated the Hawaiian mantra ho’ponopono but I got stuck on the I love you part — because I don’t need to forgive you, and I am not sorry for anything, and everything has already…

A poem of self-love — Allow me to step in while you carefully stitch your heart back together amidst seductive streams in the stench of the city as you travel streets empty fiercely harbouring profound healing. I’ve contemplated the bubbling of sudden tears as you hear songs of autumn on the edge of town where you ring in…

Prompt: Soothing Fires — Love’s rupture had me slamming the door shut, though I’d often linger in the nebulous sphere of its loss—dwell in the evisceration, dumbed by the perverted twist of the knife, beckoning— could I squeeze the scar for more holy blood with sacred tears as poisonous balm for a mending soul? …