The Self Series
This series documents a period of life where I learned to turn inward to listen, feel, and discover everything stored in my body and mind. Our imagination is a portal to everything.
Imagination Space
Moonflower
Grace
Imagination Space
I am at ease in this place
unbothered and un-armed
Toothy sea monsters
Curious textures
do not disturb me
My body porous and fluid
Sifting through the shells for what belongs to me
Expelling that which does not
My heart swells
Bringing warmth to what shivers
Moonflower
They despise her
for their desire that builds
for their emptiness that follows
What will they do with
pieces of withering flesh
dry memories of tears
Divorced from life it becomes dust
Their redemption is
not her concern
In the blue light of night
Moonflower vines through her veins
Loving her back to wholeness
She knows what she knows
“They despise and still she grows”
She whispers the message
on mourning dove wings
Spirit bubbling up from her belly
She erupts in wild laughter
Pouring life back into her cells
To the earth
Nourishing roots to reach her
Sisters of the moon
Their redemption
is her concern
Grace
The world within and without
wear the same skin
Baby girl, take my hand and heart
I’m here now
I’ve got time to listen
The One who sees
has been here waiting
Her bones know history
I can finally let go
unclench my fists and follow
The fires that took our mother
are ashes to wind
We buried her together on the hill
covered in Mary’s Tears
My soul now steady and still
that she can rest in Grace
