I am here, sitting at the reception desk at the soup factory in Lynn, my temp job for the past few weeks. Parts of my days are painfully boring and…

Q: So who am I plucking my chin hairs for?

A: For a very vain me that prefers her face hairless. Duh!

i am colonizer and colonized.
an impossible truth.
an impossible existence.
i will not hide.

he can’t sleep. i feel weird! he says.

You are so beautiful to me
The way you love so fully
The way you gently witness
Your own shame, and
freedom.

There is an intensity in this place in between.

When I rest my arm, the turtle looks right at me. Reminding me that the darkness doesn’t have to be feared. That I can swim with my neck out and survive. That I can go into the deep waters and still be able to breathe.

I experience us as vapor.
We who are here, those who have passed, all that is coming.

I picture the holy dance of divine masculine & feminine energy like a burning wood match. Masculine energy, for me, grounds me. In its hardened phallic stance, it remains strong,…