The inches of her red velvet dress cinched up. I can see her calves, sexy in their tightness. I imagine her at her boudoir, hair up, working mascara into the length of her lashes. She’s only wearing a bodice. The curve of her milky bottom against the black lace veers…

I go in deeper My fingers sweat regret My heart wrenches free of its cavity The sound of solace rides my bloodstream I am more creative than I once was and Nothing is the same ever again Agony dips its paintbrush I smile through clenched teeth I don’t know if…

The art of running through it — And I run. Today I felt like I barely had 5 laps in me, but felt encouraged by my spiritual guides to go for 7. After 5 laps, I started sweating through both terror and rage. I asked for help and received advice to take processing these fierce emotions with…

One thing about our evolution is that our instincts are sometimes backward. When 9–11 happened, I know it reminded me of Pearl Harbor, and so my next thought was that our country would go to war. But we’re emerging from thousands of years of the Piscean era of domination and…

We can be brave gently, thank goodness. I feel completely small, tired, scared, and shaken up by the events of the past 24 hours, during which I processed a massive amount of triggering and grief. It feels like I am losing a couple of close members of my family due…

I can hardly believe that this gentle morning involves tea and writing for me. Thank you. I spent a couple of hours cleaning in the middle of the night with my wild happy excited energy for our band’s upcoming concert! Of course, now it’s taking some stiff dark Earl Gray…

And rest! — Seeing even a technically small number of those we love can expand us into a soaring feeling of connection. Then it’s like we’ve seen everyone we care about, even though only a handful were there. …

The rift. It’s over, healed, done. Birds pick at the frozen ground. I eat seeds also, and dark chocolate chips. Last night a band drizzled loud on our conversations. Sill, I savored the Hungarian goulash and the company at the cider bar. …

A short story Tell it to me, cosmic rays of light, jumbled singing guitar. Shedango, Cattoriphori. Shenznashegins, Oopla, Sassafrass-a-rooni. And that’s all there was and I just held on with all my power, craving it, wanting it, needing only to be that one lick. I thunder on the drums too…