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She came to the sea to bury her only to find herself searching for the one who believed the waves would be filled with teams of Seahorse and marveled at the mystery awaiting in the sea. She came to the seashore to bury her, but the sea restored her instead.

What remains after death is a truth so beautiful I fill bowls with it.

Do you ever stand in a scent so untamed your soul aches with remembering? You inhale as though you are starved for breath Your bones and soul know that primordial spice.

Sometimes I forget what it is to pray. Not of the mind but of the heart. A prayer pours itself to light. Silent and still seated on the sands of time. All senses engaged the sea whispered her secret. My heart said, let me run things for a while. There is no truer prayer for me than the one from my heart to the sea.

Wrapped in a shawl of propriety, shrouded in the good girl guise, She stood at the waters edge She had heard the call in her bones-the...

Her torso was splayed and pinned open The raw red flesh of her exposed to the light The pigment that pumped in her veins stained the the...

alone- in the sanctuary of her home she howls -the virus of silence shattered

There are no more skeletons in my closet. no more secrets protected by my fear and silence. years I have heard their bones clacking in...

The bombs of your judgement began in elementary school- pins pulled from the grenades by adults lobbed in my direction by my peers. When...

A meadow was once filled filled with the most vibrant of colors- Harebells and Asters Goldenrods and Buttercups Queen Anne's...

To the outside- I am radical. Believing in Equity- Believing in Love- Believing in Tenderness- Believing in Connectedness- I am ready to...