10 minute free write (with a little post-time editing); prompt- growth; Feb 12, 2016;
When I was a child, I fell a lot. Everyone told me it was from growing so fast; I was the tallest person in my class and my knees and palms were perpetually torn to shreds. Eventually I stopped falling so much but I still walk into things because I misjudge either the size of the doorway or the width of my shoulders. I am forever underestimating my weight in the world, always bumbling around the space I take up.
I've been sad a lot since I was little, too. Maybe one day my brain will catch up to how my heart has grown, but for now, I misjudge the height of every fall and the softness of my own heart.
One day I'll stop underestimating my weight in the world, and stop apologising for the space I take up in it.
Cultivating Softness
The Creative Stylings of Ishara Katherine
Thursday, June 16, 2016
Saturday, June 11, 2016
Witch Woman
Anoint yourself daily.
Draw strength from sun and stars,
draw strength from soil.
Cover every surface with prayers and blessings.
Draw strength. From sun and stars
learn mantras to ward off maljoe and badmind;
cover every surface. With prayers and blessings
craft potions for serenity.
Learn mantras.
Listen for the earth's lessons,
craft potions for serenity,
give thanks.
Listen first.
Anoint yourself daily
give thanks always
speak love into the world
Draw strength from sun and stars,
draw strength from soil.
Cover every surface with prayers and blessings.
Draw strength. From sun and stars
learn mantras to ward off maljoe and badmind;
cover every surface. With prayers and blessings
craft potions for serenity.
Learn mantras.
Listen for the earth's lessons,
craft potions for serenity,
give thanks.
Listen first.
Anoint yourself daily
give thanks always
speak love into the world
Friday, June 3, 2016
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Re: tabanca
re: tabanca
It will always surprise.
It will come like a thief,
in the night in old love songs
like waves in full tide
like the dull ache of a bruise.
And it will linger.
re:re tabanca
Much like the tides,
it will flood, but it will ebb
And like the bruise,
it will fade.
You will learn to sing new songs.
It will always surprise.
It will come like a thief,
in the night in old love songs
like waves in full tide
like the dull ache of a bruise.
And it will linger.
re:re tabanca
Much like the tides,
it will flood, but it will ebb
And like the bruise,
it will fade.
You will learn to sing new songs.
Friday, March 11, 2016
archipelago
we,
the
dis-
joint-
ed
children of stolen peoples
living on stolen lands
claiming
and
re-claiming
until we can find ourselves again
whole
the
dis-
joint-
ed
children of stolen peoples
living on stolen lands
claiming
and
re-claiming
until we can find ourselves again
whole
2016
I enter this year bawling like an infant
peeling away dry, numb, skin
tender and pink beneath--
but feeling.
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