moon eye

moon eye

Here I stand
Reflecting on Space and Light

free falling

free falling

here i am
free falling
sideways
through time

the immigrant

the immigrant

a long ways from home
a woman
who looks like me
on the corner
of the street

helpless

helpless

my mother is losing her mind
like a broken typewriter
clacking away randomly
furiously
pages and pages
of nonsense

Glory

Glory

Glory is the day
I open to Rapture

Made of Light

Made of Light

I am made of light
I cannot be broken

unmothered

unmothered

i cannot remember
feeling the cocoon of safety
in your arms
the warmth of reassurance
when something bad happened

Beyond

Beyond

life is humming all around
and within
the air is thick
with the nectar of creation

coffee

coffee

i’m holding myself
like my cup of coffee

POSE

POSE

I do not fit into a BOX
I DEFINE me