Last night something was emerging
From the belly from the depths
Fear was a stabbing pain
Between brows it was Time
Sweaty and retching
There was nothing I could do
Out emerged a sack a pod
Slick with green bile or algae
Hot from the deep shine like a
Clear water balloon
And then she took my breath away
& My eyes full of radiant gold
& She began to glow and shine
Fins wave rhythmically illuminating
Gold and Hot her atmosphere
Holds countless microscopic shrimp
Surround her in formation- orbit as stars
Satsuma scales cast shadows in the curves of
Her delicate marine body
She chooses to part the rich green leaves around her
Chooses to appear just as she is a scintillating hue
Her world lit in the confidence of simple existence
Her eyes never left mine through the
Dark internal waters and in her
Tiny perfect world from my
Belly dark you slithered up the
Tunnel of my throat I never could have stopped you
You are ever powerful, my little goddess
Her gaze both holds me in perfect comfort
& sees me in off putting clarity for
I am not used to being seen as I am
Oh what magic have I stumbled upon?
Oh what magic has been waiting to ascend from my darkness?
At last, in finality: the truth that
Despite all her majesty despite
Her endless manifestation of peace,
She needs help
I must fiercely protect her
Fall 2019
Tag: healing
Girls In Trees
I climb in trees
fate is thin branches
hold a girl’s weight
toll of a bell
sway in the turn of seasons
cling to the metronome
wonder just how far over these old houses can I see
how far
can this branch bend
take me towards the earth and
back into space again
spring me in and out of reality
life exists between sky and earth
life within girl in leaves and roots
in soil
death exists.
Doesn’t know doesn’t
care where she will rest
She
Swings. Allows fate to
toss dice. Lets the wind
make up its own mind.
Sails or no sails.
Swings
Climbs trees
Scrapes on
Forearms
Thighs
Thick bark in hands
rough
feel my skin
Just as I am
See me as the girl in trees
Now in trees
equidistant
she is the connection of heaven and earth
I place a crown upon my head
goddess of in-between
connection
meeting point
electricity
communication
alliance
Sacred heaven
mother earth
I hold you to my
cherished chest
Sacred body
Magdalena’s earthly presence
carried in silks across
continents
shared in a hush, in a cry, in a joyous song
in the net in leaves
catch the sun
hold tight my moon
crown glints night and day
water, dark star dust
floats through
the fabric
I am on earth.
Held in comfort
my arms bear, rejoice, uplift, empower
I stand firm
feet in soil
Hair wild and tangled in the wind
I hold in my heart
the girls in trees
—————
(Written Summer 2018)
The Serpent

Here I lie it is 2019 and I never imagine things would come full circle with myself alone in perfect symmetry in the middle of my bed, an enchanted room I have created and in which I make magic in New Orleans, Louisiana.
Half of me is lit by Magdalena’s dancing flame, a soft gold as I fall asleep, the other side lit by white roaring lighting, wild and loud. And all the while my lost love Maynard chanting and this magic builds in my delicious room. Mer de Noms on shuffle and no, I am not triggered at all. I shine. Basking and swelling, humming prayers as I slip into sleep.
Full circle
Sweet child, if you could only see me now. Maybe you do, maybe that’s why you hold on.