Marmalade Musings

What I wish I could have said, in my mind's-eye arena; Iron-spined and self held proud whether standing or kneeling Before tormentors who...

Examine your self by all your actions, By which parts you give to little factions And do your values morph to abstractions When they vex...

I heard somewhere when I was too young That beauty is pain. A fact. Nonchalant and laughing: Beauty is pain In reference to high heels...

Static builds in the air Silently, steadily. The little world filling With unexpected tension. The storm breaks All is wrong with...

So full of happiness and hope am I Down from my umber, sparkling eyes it streams, The appled drumlins of my cheeks capsize In...

Which side of the story did you read first? Commiserate with the plight of the prisoner Before learning of his crime? I absorbed his...

this cold is making me appreciate wellness every thoughtline rounding back from illness to gratitude & joy in moments full of silence all...

The alarm blares through the morning Giving us repeated warnings That a new day once more is dawning But we don't care to heed Until it...

Encased beneath your freckled skin Stretches a universe full of wonders We wake. I look into your eyes Nebulas entrancing my depths And...

Parting ways at the door Opened to our eight hours elsewhere My feet are bare He's said goodbye; my thoughts spin In the whirlpool I've...

I am here to tell you The God you were taught Doesn't exist. Isn't it more likely that a god of love, Love itself, not what we worship...

Swallowed the lie that clothes are more Than something to keep me safe and warm That what I wear should affect how I’m seen Whether...

A shiver of truth in my willow-iron spine That knows the strength of bending, Fissures of cold streaking along my arms “Don’t you know...

O that sweet lack, that relief in the cracks Once worrying at what was there before Now I sigh at this yield to my attack And my vexing...

Halfway a heathen Halfway religious Often the worst half of both Could I but be more kind Or the more callous – And leave you, Reader, to...

O! to be loved To be adored for the things I am To be utterly myself and lauded For the things I cannot help but be This is bliss. To...

What I mean is This is hard and I'm afraid you'll want to stop Stop talking, silent as a ghost Stop seeing, like a needle whose eye is...

The sky's east rim lightening with the haste Of sudden kisses unexpected fair Sun always rising to lay blesséd waste To shadows grim and...