Journey to Your Deepest Self

Dance Her Song

She is a Prisoner A broken, brilliant almost Secreting dances Ferocious or Soft Burning to be Born Trembling beneath The skin Unseen Dying to burst out Into the light Hoping against hope to Not go unsung Into the dreamless...

Dear Love, A Letter

by Kathleen MacGregor Dear Love, We’ve changed. At least, I have and I can see how much you’ve grown from boyfriend to husband to father. Thank you for walking with me. What I want to know is: What is your desire? Do you want to skim the surface of a lake, laughing over waves, behind a boat in summer? Do you want to try scuba diving and go deep? Explore places no light’s ever reached before and be innocent and new together? Do you want to get comfortable in the shade of an old tree in the middle of a cool green lawn with a glass of white wine in your hand, a New Yorker on your lap, and watch the croquet players? All of it? Something else? I am restless for the deep sea adventure. And the sea is restless for me. I want to be known outside of whoever I think I am. To explore who we are at our cores, to finally be completely naked with you and discover Everything. Will you come with me? Always,...

Secret Morning

by Kathleen MacGregor Learn the broken, secret questions. Perhaps morning blushes with need Even as flowers Blaze Bleed Devour Celebrate Its...

My Little Girl

My little girl likes candy, My little girl likes sweets, My little girl wants a ‘dandy’, My little girl weeps. My little girl is a museum piece, My little girl likes goats, My little girl rides alone, My little girl chokes. My little girl is a beauty, My little girl wins the prize, My little girl is a nature lover, My little girls’ the right size. Big and little, strong and weak, Lonely for love and mother, Wishing for a wish, Missing one another. Surprise! I’m out, And the coast is clear, I’m the biggest, I’m the best, And I’m right...
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