The Witness

I carry the key that no one gave me.It was forged from breath,from every silence I have ever survived—my own necessary stifling of voice,and the silence of othersunable or unwillingto share their truth. The lock was never outside.It lived in my ribs—those pale bars of...

Impermanent

As I awaken to this atypically gray day,I wonder about too many thingsto sort into neat little packages of script;there is chaos, to be sure—though is it me?Or have these conditions always persisted,unperturbed by human mindsthat never thought to record them? We live...

Edge of the Infinite

We go down to the ocean’s edge each evening,and sometimes I am so tired my inner filters slip,and I can see beneath the waves.I don’t mean this metaphorically.I mean I can quite literally see—the mounding lava rocks, the mountains of structures,cliffs rising just...

Question for the Ages

Some days I look aroundat this exquisitely unique planet—this shimmering blue bead suspended inwhat so many dismiss as “outer space,”as if the cosmos were nothingness—and I wonder how it came to be overrunby control freaks bent on damagingeveryone (fellow humans,...

Pulse

Daily writing promptDo you need time?View all responses I’m not sure I need time —at least not as it’s commonly considered.It’s simply what we’re given, like it or not,for as long as we draw breath:a new sunrise, a fading sunset,and the spaces in...