Week 12 – Winter


The night is cold, 

September arrived in wind and water. 


I shiver, the gusts gathering at my feet.

I remember what I should know,

Even better now.

The body can withstand the burn, if you can learn to breathe in fire.


Week 9 – This Too Shall Pass

This Too Shall Pass

This week I am a hurricane, a tempest, a storm,

The winds inside and the warmth of the oceans a death spiral, 

A battle nobody can win, tied to the arches of a temple, blinded and strong enough to consume. 

The rains come and fall on my broken heart, and I feel the willows of my veins sway and take the thunder. 


This too, shall pass.