Anxiety Mythos ≠ My Odyssey

It’s raining today.  I am stuffed to the brim with thoughts. There is no room inside me to receive anymore. I can only reflect, and push away. The ability to transform energy from dark to light seems unobtainable today. I don’t know why I am so deep inside myself, but I hope I can findContinue reading “Anxiety Mythos ≠ My Odyssey”

Ode to Shamhat

Debussy twinkles through my ear Preserved like champagne like the epic of birds courting each other like sunlight sifting through virga descending soft and true and timeless  upon whatever dares grow upon this shifting planet I haven’t read much poetry lately But have made efforts to listen to opera In my mind this is aContinue reading “Ode to Shamhat”