Month: September 2009

troubled ovary

troubled ovary

The failing of the body, the upheaval of expected order the ruptures and eruptions releasing what should be absorbed, wasting what is useful. My body speaks to me like an elephant. Low, quiet rumblesnudging up against me to hold me up when I cannotand gores 

worker bee

worker bee

resonating, these vibrations are welcomeinflating my wizened eyes.I can count the time it’s been,little seconds coming one after the other.Wading, my arms spread out before me andpull back to my chest,swirlsof timeshimmering.