Author: Missy

White Cliff Sea 0

Spirit Jewels

God has scattered a bag of diamonds over the earth. Glittering in the specks of morning sunlight dawned on me. Spirit Jewels fall from the sky, through my third eye, settling into the cells...

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A Different View

With hawk-eye precision, I view from above within and without myself. When removed and looking down at this crazy, sublime thing called life, What do I know? What do I really, really know? I...

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The Train-car

I touch the walls of this old wooden train-car. My hand feeling first the roughness of wood from another time and place. My feet standing where others from stories past once also stood that...

Holding Book 0

A Piece of Trust

I’m letting myself be tenderized by the “yes” and “no” of loving. The course salts sting my heart upon contact, burning. And yet, softening me to open for what may come next and next...

Greece 0

Aphrodite’s Toes

a poem of devotion to love & beauty I kissed the toes of Aphrodite, her sweet scent of rose filling my nostrils as my lips touch her soft skin. I bow down in surrendered...

She 1

Yellow Curry

Do my insides change color when I eat yellow curry? Is the bubble gum still there from when I swallowed it in first grade? What of my life sticks to the insides, changes it...

Three Chairs 0

Encounter

Three of us sitting there, silent. Not knowing what to say next, stunned by the moment we find ourselves in. The vast emptiness between us is like a dinosaur in the room. It’s presence...

Feet 0

Touch

The weight of your fingers pulled by gravity with each fall. Landing on keys as if they were always meant to be there. Magnetic attraction; like my heart is to your music. You shape...