Time has a rhythm,like breathing, rising and falling.Special occasions calling.Diamond encrusted moments,embedded into our memory.Slow to come and fast evaporating. We’re all just getting through the day, somehow.Until days turn into weeks, turn into months, turn into seasons.Searching for the meaning,Finding new reasons to be.Inventing a narrative for ourselves that pushes us forward,or takes us … Continue reading On Time: Cassandra Kulay

Like a map in braille, I read you with my fingers.Like wet clay, I mold your features.I know you with my hands.I know the words on your lips.I know your hair from root to tips.I know your gait,The many ways you are first rate.Wait for you to say what you want to say.Know where you … Continue reading Map: Cassandra Kulay

Drifting on a river through the trees, memories surround me,Questions about reality confound me, the breeze kisses meLightly, I never knew such bliss, the only thing that bothersMe is that this beauty is fleeting, this happiness temporary,All the more precious because of the demons that hauntMe, floating on a current of calm that once was … Continue reading Happy: Cassandra Kulay

When I dream wide awake,Visions pass before my eyes.Confusion, while waiting for sun rise.Nightmares from the past,Make me toss and turn;From them I can’t wake.Can’t get away from the lingering threat.Can’t shake that sense of dread.Fear nags at me, as I go about my day.Sometimes it seems like nothing can make them go away.Everything passes … Continue reading Waking Dream: Cassandra Kulay

Before leaving, we paused that evening, to appreciate the moonrise onthat summer night. Outside is a dystopian city, full of danger, crimeand half-burned buildings but tonight the peace is tangible and theworld seems to be something we can handle, a world of darkness,our spirits only a flickering candle, not enough to drive back thethreat but … Continue reading Word: Cassandra Kulay

Broke and broken, it is hard to see our shared humanity,to understand how you have fallen so low while we wereall grabbing at that brass ring and grasped it for a whileto varying degrees. The life ahead of you is hard to see,painful to contemplate at length, will you be sleeping ona sidewalk tonight? You … Continue reading Homeless: Cassandra Kulay

Once women could rely on each other’s wisdom,embrace their intuition, learn about thelife giving power of their bodies, nurturingeverything until it reached maturity, earning thetrust and love of the community. Their sacredcats sat at their feet as they mixed medicine andcast spells, people brought their problems tothem and they found ways to make them well,they … Continue reading Witches: Cassandra Kulay

What will you do with your day?Sighing, he takes his coffee black,cream in the cup can divine fortunes,golden stain, plain as the date on thepaper I never read, hardly ever,something exciting happened today,so you say, playing with contentment.My vented blouse breathes pointelle,he sings in the morning, mockballads, showered clean. Rainstreaked streets never throw updust, flower … Continue reading Morning Poem: Cassandra Kulay

The twisted roots of the problem foster a tree a doubtwith bitter fruit, looking back is not always sweet, fullof trauma and betrayal is the past and it still frightensme, it still hurts to know I was so lost I might not havecome out of it, to sense to horrors that might have been.Still from … Continue reading Twisted: Cassandra Kulay