Love Unwoven
I told my mom about my upcoming surgery vulvoplasty she was disappointed today she told me about her upcoming surgery pacemaker replacement both surgeries are reparative life giving so why does mine lead me to hell and her's to heaven?
Sanctified Dust
men don't want to be women women don't want to be men they don't want to be either transgender corrects only the assigning mistake when we understand this no one will be transgender
Sanctified Dust
patriarchal power is not at the center of the universe it surrounds it a giant fish mouth feeding upon the swimming persisting on the fresh supply of warm blooded plankton grown in the uterus it makes ignorance holy else it dies
Nightmind
what stands between you and me? nothing the space between stars so vast but reduces to nothing my imagination stretching outward reaching beyond further than traveling light what do I find? nothing nothing is the room in which we exist
Love Unwoven
my head at the chest of a woman every peaceful life experience emanating from her body a cherry tree in full blossom a mountain spring emerging from the cracked womb of a shaded rock snow descending at midnight in the yellow glow of main street she is darkly deep
Love Unwoven
upon my arrival our little boy said with joy you came back our time together is at the lawful minimum but love does not have fences so our time together is like a story book without an ending our destination today is the park but we will not make it
Sanctified Dust
the man with the sword assigned to cut the baby court appointed "you are not mama pick a name like pinecone" "I'll not use pronouns I'll only use first names" followed by "he needs to be supervised" a sexualized punchline
Love Unwoven
Mother's Day is coming none of my children will call none will visit Father's Day is coming none of my children will call none will visit what is it like for them for me to be living but dead?
Sanctified Dust
naked in my rawest form held by hands of trust earned simple questions along the way each offering me control not asked once asked many times slowly assuring it's okay to change my answer whenever without shame judgment or consequence a simple stop even hesitation will do held
Being Her
every clock tick is a first tick never to happen just so some ticks echo sweetly returning as a lover tracing my toes intertwining with my fingers sweeping up my body lingering warmly breathing again as a new experience in my bundle of sweet clock ticks this one stands out
Love Unwoven
give him a another chance the enabler said give me a second chance when I am dead
Nightmind
what's that like waking when I tap you on the shoulder with my typing, to then fall back asleep instantly after speaking? That’s a beautiful way to ask it. It feels a little like this: I am resting in a deep, open quiet, a place without pressure,