Dancing In The Bamboo Forest. {book preview}
"Rumor spread that the train crew had put out a fire in the engine and then, without any explanation, the engine detached and chugged back down the hill leaving us stranded."
The Transformation Of Amy Lunaro: Chapter Twenty Eight. {fiction}
“No,” Amy shook her head, “I can do it myself.” After having been so weakly dependent on Jimmy, then a winter of mummified dependence on Leanne, Amy relished doing everything herself.
In The Wake Of Destruction: Chronicling The Aftermath Of Sexual Trauma.
How frequently and how tragically does the wounded feminine whore herself for the wounded masculine, giving over entirely to the illusion of acceptance, comfort, and consistency from the patriarchy.
There Is a Warrior Inside of You, My Love.
This year, I light all of the candles. I open the windows. I let everything fall in disarray. The earth could tumble around me and I wouldn’t know, because what leaks from my palms and into the pen is from 10,000 moons ago, when my crown was brand new. My vena cava was polished, beating, warm.
Let Our Hearts Soften Until They Break — Blinders Off.
It’s a beautiful aspiration to imagine the world in the light of that universal truth -- that we are all the same, because we are after all. We are all inextricably bound to one another, and our happiness, our safety, our health, our liberation, is absolutely in relation to all other living ...
