The breeze is singing the crowds are reaching for spring, for spring here drifts a thought in my mind, it's caught of flowers and trees of birds and bees of lover's fairs and all their wares on display the blooming branches sway overhead and cover the ground with pedals, today birds spread their wings and … Continue reading Spring: Cassandra Kulay

The binding of bodies feels like plasticine, forming together and sliding apart easily now. There was a time I wanted to imbibe you like sleep or caffeine, never to fall apart but this time I love the fog and black clouds, still whirlpools like the first amoeba climbing out of water into life and I … Continue reading Bondage: Cassandra Kulay

I am learning to trust you And this feeling of effervescence That allows your soul to gently Glow with luminescence. Sensing emotions, like playing An instrument, improves with will and practice, dangerous and intoxicating when your guard relaxes. You have come into your power when you can pursue your own song, and done well on your … Continue reading Journey: Cassandra Kulay

You call to me, there is something crucial in my not noticing you reaching To pet me, what you think will help Doesn’t, don’t help me. If I die, Dark or shuddering, exultant or pitiful, That death is mine and nothing owns my soul. You offer the impoverished Something that has too high a price, … Continue reading Song of the Feral Child: Cassandra Kulay