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  Into me. Intimate. Gazes, effortless, precise incisions, excavate my confessions.   Don’t tell on me, how soft I am.   Heal me, my teacher, my Virgil, goddamn. Been waiting, troubled by maps upside down. Was never good with directions, direction rulers, rules, orders, order. “supposed tos”— nebulous, loose on the hips, tight on theContinue reading ““Soul Surgeon””

The ginger looked better an hour ago before I tore it up and swished it in the soy abyss with my chopstick the fiscally regrettable rice grains lay like little dead bugs now a rock in my gut but I can’t look up not yet.   Tonight is six months into our tenth year, eveningContinue reading ““Rings””

Howling and reluctant, I tumbled from a tired woman into the world— like a bead of blood into a water jar— and dissipated.   Love and art whisk the liquid— I nearly congeal but never return to a pure drop.   Was deep, hot red, then thin, cool pink, translucent, all the while, evaporating.  Continue reading ““Drop””

This blog will be a curation of musings, my writings, and turn-ons to other media in the conversations of words, music, and healing arts. Stay tuned, and thanks for coming to see me. Cheers, Bern