Sun streaks peak through the blanket of clouds, painting the sky with rainbows: there is no color like the smell of damp earth. We dance...

I wish the moon would swallow me whole so I can bathe in the illuminescence of her white belly, so I can float weightlessly amongst lotus...

When the hazy purple dusk turns black, the shape of dunes on the horizon melts away into the Milky Way which stares at us with ancient...

When the spirit takes flight, when the feet can’t keep still, hips and shoulders sway side to side, hearts beat in unison, making one...

I met two strangers in Harlem on a summers day in the vivid street and on the train because my heart was open

You. Who are not woman enough for me, You. Who are not what I thought you would be... objects soaring like shells and stars, the wrong way

She ran home crying in her blood stained dress, she feared she was dying, her mother never told her about womanhood...

I never realized that forgiveness was not meant to free the sinners, it was meant to free the hands of the inflicted from carrying the...

We sit in a pile of rubble and clutter holding onto the precious little things that remind us of the life we want to live that remind us...

In the enchanted expanse of the great Kalahari, on the day my path crossed with Elvis and that Rock, I died and lived yet again...

In all her searches for joy, she didn’t know what joy was and found herself running in circles, spinning a web: a cage of silken tears...

When I see him again he is so familiar that it seems he never left. It was yesterday we said goodbye, not weeks ago. He is so part of me...

Out of kitchen foil and boards he built the throne of God. Not one but many thrones, until he could fill a whole room with thrones and...

She shakes as her elephant skin is pierced with drills. In her majesty she swats away the mighty man as if he is no more than a housefly...

Our mother, she cries, with unceasing tears. She sobs for hours, for days, for weeks. We hear the thundering beat of her broken heart as...

We sing until we choke on the ashes of bleeding forests, we run until our lungs are filled with soot and our hearts sink into the depths...

Born of angels not a mother, not a father raised by love incarnate in a vivid world without color where the harsh contrasts of white on...

La terre est chaude Mon cœur est froid Mon chez moi fond Mon cœur se fige Le soleil d’été, les beaux jours dont on rêve dans les...