The veil of barely existing accepts her fate, in bliss and anguish.

"I can't feel you," he says with despair in his eyes. I stare back at him blankly. Strangely, I resist the urge to smirk. When we first...

…The time will come when you, too, have to drop all the ways you’ve made yourself worth loving, and finally learn how to sit quietly...

Here's something I do. When I get turned on by something new, that resonates with some unsung vibration in me that I can feel gathering,...

I admit and I am not ashamed: mostly I pray when I’m desperate, when the demeaning voices in my head have built a well so deep and dark...