Poison and Honey

My lips can drip honey
Or spit poison
In equal measure;

And neither one
Is ever undeserved.


The Circle of My Arms

My outstretched palms are far too small
To capture all the world’s pain.

Believe me, I’ve tried.

Yet the circle of my arms
Is just your size,
And should you need to
You may hide yourself within them –

Your hurts, at least,
Are within my power to heal.

Reading Wrap-up: October 2017 Edition

Yes.  I know.  This reading wrap-up is extremely late.  But in my defense, I’ve been rehearsing a play for the past month-and-a-half and we finally opened last night!  Woohoo!  Maybe now I can actually get some sleep.

But the reason why this is late is also the reason why I only finished one book in the month of October…

…and that book was Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype by Clarissa Pinkola Estés.

I bought this book on a whim, knowing only a little about it.  But myth and folklore are right up my alley, and I was excited to dive in to see what exactly it was about.

Fair warning for anyone who has not yet read it: there is quite a bit of technical, psychological jargon and terminology present in this book, and it can be quite a dense read at times.  But setting that aside, while reading many (most) of its passages I felt like I’d been in therapy with the author for the past several years, and she knew all of my deepest secrets and desires.  She described in detail feelings and experiences so close to my own that it felt like she was reaching through the pages to comfort me – to put a hand on my shoulder and say that everything was going to be alright.  Reading this was both a comfort and a call to arms all wrapped up into one.

All women should read this book.  All men should read this book.  All people should read this book.  And I shall leave it at that.

See you next month with the next installment in my reading wrap-up series!

Why I Will Not Take His Name

I have spent all the days
Of all my life

Learning the secrets
Of this creature whose name
I bear;

How to love her,
How to forgive her,

How to live in her skin
Without apology
Or regret.

Taking this other name –
His name –
Beloved though it may be,
Would transform me
Into someone
I do not know

And I have no wish
To be remade.

A Woman’s Curiosity

I often wonder why Eve, and not Adam,
Chose to eat of that forbidden fruit
That held within its flesh
The knowledge of good and evil
And everything in between.

And I wonder: is a woman’s curiosity
So fearful a thing?
Is her hunger for understanding
Worthy of condemnation?

I cannot believe so.

For what depths of courage must it have taken
To demand the truth from the world,
Knowing the answers would break her heart?

Perhaps Adam knew this, too,
But had not the strength to bear it.

Fashionable Women

To those that would deride women
Whose thoughts drip easily
From their lips;

To those who find it unfashionable
When women drape themselves
In the strength of their convictions,

Consider this:

Perhaps it is you, and not these women –
Bold, resolute, powerful as they are –
Who are out of touch with the times.

via Daily Post: Fashionable

Reading Wrap-up: September 2017 Edition

Here we are again, folks.  September was a bit quiet as far as completed books – just the one this time around.  I did start a couple of others but have not yet finished them.  They’ll probably wind up in my October wrap-up.

But for the moment you’ve all been waiting for…

…I finished A Torch Against the Night by Sabaa Tahir!

In continuing the Ember in the Ashes series, Tahir maintains her habit of not pulling any punches with her heroes/heroines.  As I mentioned in my wrap-up last month, this series feels different compared to a lot of other YA fantasy series in that the decisions the characters make can have game-changing consequences (sometimes brutally, tragically so), which grounds the story in a painful, gritty realism that exponentially raises the stakes of the story.  In my experience with the genre, too often the characters find some clever way out of their predicaments, whatever they may be, or are saved at the last minute by some unexpected plot twist/deus ex machina.  Not here.  The three protagonists of A Torch Against the Night, while clever and capable, must inevitably reap what they have sown and learn to live with the consequences of their actions.  If they survive them, that is.

Also, the series is just a well-written, exciting story and I look forward to the third book’s release next year 🙂

The planets shine bright in the inky firmament…

…so clear against the black that I’m tempted to reach out, just to see if I can pluck one from the heavens above and hold it in my palm.

I turn to you, and see you gazing upon those same lights, teeming with promise. You catch my eye, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you hold out the crystal.

“Where to?” you ask.

I place my hand over yours, the crystalline transport now humming in eager anticipation of our impending departure, and say, “New worlds and foreign skies.”



A 100 word micro-fiction inspired by Daily Post: Planet


In my daydreams you may find me
On the next flight out,
Carried by the four winds
To Destination Anywhere.

You will find me delivered
To foreign lands
Where no one knows my face;

And as I walk, ghost-like,
Through the unfamiliar streets
Of unfamiliar cities,
The call of home is drowned
By the echo of my footsteps
Against the cobblestones.