my body is my strength, my tool. it is my paintbrush. It is my canvas, my power, my grace. i will not hide it. i will embrace it. i will learn to wait, i will learn to listen. my body is not my enemy or a means of fear. it is mountain & forest & …
my cup of tea
Solitude often tastes of bitterness, like rancid coffee on a grey day. Some days it tastes as sweet as revenge, with an aftertaste of rotten fruit. It can also taste of fear, back-arching, heart-stopping fear, which keeps you paralyzed in bed and pounds incessantly on your eyes. Then other days, it tastes of creamy earl …
“Could you rephrase that?”
Tell me to write, and not one word will fill the lines. Hand me a pen, show me the world, and my hand will shake. Ask me my story, what makes me tick what rhythm sways me from side to side, what stands out in from the pages, what leaves me short of breathe and …
Thin Places & Banana-Blueberry Muffins
I wish 5 am would last forever. To wake up before the dawn, drink a warm cup of coffee, and watch the sun spread over the city a little more each moment - this is my greatest treasure and pleasure. My momma used to wake up before the sun in the winter (which isn't a …
Sarita
Hey love, Would you give us a little hint, As to where you went? Who changed your mind? Was it the orphan crying inside? You searched for a home, Under streetlights, all alone. Had you been misplaced for so long, That you had forgotten what it means to belong? Hey love, Come with your …
long time ago/not so long
I could love you, wholly, truly, All these things of love would make sense. I’ve made something out of what is not, Putting aside doubt and discontent, For what could be. What could be is beautiful And we’re halfway there. You are the ending of a book, Terrible and sad throughout its pages, …
A Table full of Flowers
Various ideas have been on my mind as of late and one of those was a partnership. A collaboration, I guess it could also be called. A collaboration with another artist and/or entrepreneur that is attempting to expose their art and products to the world in a unique and attractive way. I say attractive because …
Salty Sweet
Sailor, dear, I've never loved the sea but you searched the ground, found something, found me. Clear and clean, the chest was a mess of rocks and gems. Soft to the touch, impurity sewed into the hem. Sailor, love, we sailed far away from the heart of me, so far away, I couldn't retrace. I could …
whichever way the wind goes
I've tried to love as fierce as you, wind; and gently after your example, sweet rain. But it seems I lost a step, lost in the sad sky, and forgot to let love do its work.
no cinderella
I wear shoes two sizes too big, knowledge for a man twice my age. I know that I know, yet I walk, stumbling, doing exactly what I knew not to do. I wear shoes two sizes too big, and my shoulders too weak for the weight they carry. Some days the growth is noticeable, like …
Call me Graci 