Reflective Writing
My feet were always bare upon your surface, an agreement just as warm light under dew remains a marvel. It was you and me, the moment I stepped foot on your path and stretched my back against your sands. When the island sings, there is no separation between its voice and mine. Its vibration runs … Continue reading Kauai
I see my skin in pale pink, yellow hues.I see the same skin under white pointed hats,under the rhetoric of white, right religion.I see the same skin under the screams of people,innocent, beautiful people,being scorned, raped, beaten, hung.What right do I have to say these words,the color of my skin, my eyes, my hair, my … Continue reading An Embarrassed White Person
There was a time, many times then,and now still, no one can hear potentialbecause there is none, is there?Someone is told they are not, cannot, if no one believes in you, your words, dreams, interest, thoughts, there is a crossroads, a choice, to believe as before.The power of a person believing is the power of … Continue reading Magic of Belief
I can’t see you, I can’t touch you I lay in the sun and warm my bones I slide my hand in the grass and pretend it’s you, it makes do I think about the potential to build and destroy, about growth you work, my mind is on you, what are you seeing what are … Continue reading Helpless
Box cargo, box train, four carts, twenty carts, fifty carts. Two-mile watch, carts pull the same distance apart. Five carts pass, three carts pass, running hard, two carts pass, one cart. Tempered and noiseless, just when the wheels stride, focused on that metal bar, it dips. I reach and pull up hard against the wind … Continue reading Train
Mount Tallac is a stoic hike. It sits like a middle child, balancing the terrain with strategy and lure. Dwelling at 9,890ft, Tallac hovers over the scattered, wild lakes of Desolation Wilderness in the Southwest area of Lake Tahoe. The start of the ten-mile hike is a welcoming, reliable, open space. Trees look down with … Continue reading Mount Tallac
Nature is a different world, from our cars, our houses, our ambitions. Noise. Vibration. On one side of me, I hear engines speeding down the highway. On the other side, there is a workshop- a wood shop. I hear the saws. In between these boundaries, is just enough space for the world to be wild. … Continue reading The Separate Life of Nature
country roads and Cadillacsseventies rock rebellioncorn fields stretching for miles like that oceanfar away in a dream these were the day hours, breathing hours before nightwhen passing moments felt younga time to let our hair downa time to live or die having fun to and from Chicago, dark highwaysIn a a 72’ gremlin back and … Continue reading For a Few Short Years
laundry cycles and fluorescent lights take me back sitting in the stall, listening to the air conditioning breeze through ceilings, a place to be alone out there, groups of small rooms and offices fake classrooms, and "fake news" even way back then in the hallways, staff kept to the schedule 7am wake, 8am … Continue reading Laundry and Bathrooms
He swept me away, held me in his arms, and we were us instead of me or him. He is a mighty river, drenching me with life. We share one breath. We choose each other. Anything he wants, it is his. He is always serving me, always first to check on my needs, always protecting … Continue reading My Other Half
The longest moments of my life are the ones waiting on him to be here with me after a tiff. I know he is waiting too. If we both keep waiting the cows will come home, or hell will freeze over, kind of like my heart feels now, but then I laugh. I know how … Continue reading Tiffs and Blushes
my heart expands, reaching further, as if to chase you grasping for your tender presence, even though you have not gone from me you are resting under me, I listen to the steady thump, beating deep I see an ox in yellow light, plow a field. You, in all your strength, I shatter, me in … Continue reading Heart Thump
when you have a good view with deep loving sounds of piano notes trodding across the air in a modest spring kind of way, though January is winter, it feels like fall sadness acts like a collection bowl, and we steep, stew, bob, a pool dense enough to lay on without sinking, the horn on … Continue reading Absorbing
earth metal back homeas liquid, as energywith personality, with forcenature, she howlsand sits ever still frequencies vibe deepones that we can't detectbut move us somehow,each foot in front of the other life is a very broad termhow about we sit and feel ithow about we live itnot like what we seebut inside, like the earth … Continue reading Iron Giant
Spin, cycle circle rotating unaltered direct course line fluidization in solid mass form over and over, round heavy pull, pulling down to center swivel sound and pivot too great to hear curved infinite arch constant no escape always moving faster faster expanding down crushing light speed, dark empty, nothing full dense strong- a dot beyond … Continue reading Spin
may I go days on broth alone spiced with mushroom and veggies or just a can of beans over a burner and coffee for the day may I carry the sinking weight of my pack on my back please Noodles are good. Already? Now, it's noodles. next it will be four cars, two houses, three … Continue reading Today
such a tender love- spirit wind surrounding logic lifting a barge overhead or the world on a donkey's back spirit makes life able the way of the firefly rat-race like, or Trojan horse all reason stretching for hard answers, easy answers none that answer sometimes it's worth more to float in the breeze walk of … Continue reading Spirit
you are always with me, you, the reader you, the invisible person, the imaginary person, that is there I am with you, as I am there even though you can't see me I send you words of love and comfort because when I think of you I know love, when I think of your struggle, … Continue reading Connection
sometimes I have my head in the future- a lot learning to balance now, now, and now for example; what I am writing now is it for the now, or for the future or how they are one in the same passing encounters of reflection is it for me, or others, or both Duality- Both … Continue reading Now
the boat rolls back the ores row back taking one more thing away each stride in reverse he pulls nothing has been said every breath a forsaken word a protest to the loud silent pain there is no one to hear he shouts all he sees is her she is not there he cannot touch … Continue reading The Boat Rolls Back
From the old, wood framed window, across from my bed, I saw a flock of white bellied geese fly by in their arrow formation in the sky. It was so early in the morning, the alarm clock still had over an hour's worth of minutes to tick through, but their demonstrative calls woke me so … Continue reading Morning Geese
Often enough, I walk without letting my feet sink into the ground, without watching the breeze over green blades, or hear insect chatter, or breathe in the earth, the damp and the dry. Through the trees, far in the distance, there's a place that looks closer than it is, closer to how I think and … Continue reading Difference
A great bathtub of a vessel pushes us onward. Maybe lost, neither here or there, but here we are. On top of a sky as deep as mountains and where dark and light contrast themselves more clearly. The wood and the wave bend sound, rocking I sway. It is a pure form of living, in … Continue reading The Sea (Part 1)
Shelter, warmth, cradled by blanket. Aware of Shasta so present and awake. Moonlight bright, reaching spotlight full snow abounding space, mounds of white planets stacked under my feet. Black horizon burning stars surging blue. Glittered ice crisp crystals, silver glass, powdered dust layered in sheets of ivory fabric laced with fiber optics, carpet starched snowflakes … Continue reading Snow Mountain
Light tinkers, crawls over lichen-painted oak and dangling moss. Up and higher it climbs, striding over darkness with a big transparent foot. Dawn’s white cuff forms around the softening moon changing night to broken shadows. Like a ladder, imprints of glowing squares topple over the treetop, the leaf top. Dew is a smoke screen under … Continue reading Morning Moments
Polar Bear, a distant mirage in stars and clouds, strong noble protector in those magic hours of bedtime stories, books, documentaries, legends. Slow lull of winter gazing, snow pouncing cubs, little tummies. I look down at the pink nose on a ballerina bear I just bought for my niece on her first Christmas. I touch … Continue reading Polar Bear
Glimpses Gentle currents of fall breeze curl over a patch of prairie land. Around the sun clouds drift casting golden mirages on browning ground. Long lost tales under crispy leaves tan, turning red before winter drawing near. Just like coves of blankets like a dome over my bed evermore dimming quiet and about silent, hibernating … Continue reading Now and Then
A little thump my foot landeath there, upon crackling foliage November bare Done the days of reckless care simpler treasures near, quiet listening ear Cleaner air and a softer stare by the creek bed and the hill Mountain dare do I go, I go up there Ask not for days in spring and tall tales … Continue reading Winter Dare
upon a silk and wilting marriage pillow maidens tearful lamenting wanes not lest efforts stay simple minded compared to loves mantle, here casts my lot. on the deck of loves golden sailing ship with a face as blush pink petal in the light if only to kiss quivering fair lip easing dusty sorrows for present … Continue reading Bridegroom
Pressures presently pressing on mind maximized with empty shell like ruins. I don't like this, so sue me, and you just might. If I go digging, my hair is orange, my lips are red, my body size twelve. Isn't a size six today a twelve in the seventies, and I'm glad of it, so sue … Continue reading Voice
Fever raging strikes inside bursting out through our eyes He ignores- we're enemies on a bloodied grass ground looking down but not seeing, shield and sword and tongue and fist Un-wielding, dark vicious bites and growls alike He blames me, me me, and me He broke the kitchen chair. I charge him like a she … Continue reading In Love Fighting
There, a green meadow, just beyond the wooded shade open grass, long blades, belly barren from winter one slow pausing step, watching, listening careful not to trust clear day too much sunlight over my nose moist, lifting eyes of beaded brown stare upon spring patches, watering mouth, luring, stepping, step bowing my head, I eat … Continue reading The Green Meadow
Kate Lunsford 