This is the moment: another story.

This is the moment — and other stories.

This is the moment — and other stories.

The story of our lives, ‘made flesh’.

Stories entwine, bodies of heart and soul and synchrony.

When thought is obsolete, truth is meaning.

When there is no fear to reason, how could you find fear in it?

The black hole of a shark tank has jaws of hidden depths, all the while snap-snapping HEEL-TO-TOE, toe the line, little piggies wriggling like swimmers of their own. Run! Run! Run away! As if the body could take you home. As if the body was not your own.

There is no reason to fear expression when beauty is self-evident.

I like playing with words because of how it makes me feel: powerful, humbled, at peace. An electric — if idiosyncratic — combination, combining truth with beauty and heart with strength; whilst what is personal is often painful, at least it’s real.

We hold onto what we choose to believe — and thus, we choose what we hold onto. I breathe forgiveness. Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn’t. Regardless, I keep trying.

Excerpts from another time — one that is still here, still relevant, but out of reach. This was the moment, but it persists. This is the moment, and I welcome it.

Hold me. There is so much love in the world.

Hear me. Without question.

Know me. Without fear.

Love me. Without shame.

Take me. Home.

The knock on the door. Ricochet.

The writing’s on the wall. Fight or flight.

Don’t want your picture / on my cell phone

I want you here, with me.

Wholly

Irrevocably

Ungodly

Brokenly

Free

We live and we give and we love / and this is all we ever wanted

singular.

We ask to listen and finally we hear.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. A man [who] knows what he is looking for.

Freedom is [the space] beyond judgement. The woman who knows who she is.