Old Women Believers

divine love is my light my very life who then can intimidate me i hear the raging sometimes going on right under the same roof where i live reminding me of childhood abuse and danger but just one deeper thought and i am no longer afraid we old women are still haunted by stories that … Continue reading

Open the Doors

open the doors i say to myself unscript the splendor of life live it whole no boxed edges sight is not what you see but what you’ve been given open the your sleepy eyes i tell myself let the dawn rise inside, the sun shines from your lighted being God is in heaven but heaven … Continue reading

Nothing is Right

night falls quickly pain psychic all encompassing a scrape on the skin of my soul, stinging and bleeding i hold his hand and he vice grips mine as if he were not leaving yet as if this thing we lived in would go on and on