What’s A Name?

And she grew when the children began calling her by her name and not, “Hey, you,” as they had been taught. Her stumps grew limbs that embraced the ones who had cut them off, but only after they slept for she knew her blessing would stunt them.  Her heart beat once more to the rhythm Read More …

The First Frost

And I will love you, Said the flower to the bee, When the first frost transforms breath Into crystals that drift to the ground. When our heartbeats cease – Bodies numb, falling – As consciousness unites with the Infinite, Even then, I will know you. And I will love you.           Read More …

Concerning Abimelech Jones

There is a boy who flies with the birds. But not in that ’80’s movie kind of way: Dragging a parable behind him. He is just a boy, And he flies because He never doubts. And at the crack of dawn, He steps into the air, Higher and higher, Until he rolls over And touches Read More …

Simple Things

The first breaths of dawn in sync with my own A soft, warm cheek nestled on my chest A morning walk with an appreciative dog Soft background music while Drinking warm coffee on a grey day The taste of cake batter and anticipation of the joy it will bring later, all decked out in its Read More …

Like Chocolate

She sat down and wrote as fast as she could, And all the words came out in Italian. Except she didn’t speak Italian. But the words looked beautiful and felt like velvet chocolate in her brain, So she went with it and wrote them anyway.   Copyright © 2017, Ilana Hulsey Rea. All rights reserved.

Deconstruction

Deconstruction It is the vibration that wakes us.  A shudder that jostles the bed just enough to register in our synapses that something is unusual. We exchange a look, our eyes crusted with sleep and too much binge TV. “Probably a tremor,” you mutter and roll away from me. “Yeah,” I mumble.  However, I’m not Read More …

Expansion

Chords change in exquisite dissonance, then resolve. Rhythms seize breath like a gut punch. Tone, pure resonance, besets the senses Like sex after aimless denial. One forgets… To weep in presence, To die in joy, To scatter in untapped emotion, To question mystery And the ecstasy and agony of the edge.   Copyright © 2016, Ilana Read More …

The Problem With Noodles

The easy part is, well, knowing when to quit, you think after you order lunch for you and the grandkid.  You hand back the menu to the waiter. What’s the hard part? It’s the grief. It’s the knowing you could have, should have done more, but just got in your own way, got all tangled up in the Read More …

The Locket

Out of the mouths of babes or so the saying goes… And there is this child who stands by my knee, me a crumpled ruin on the floor, a child who catches my tears for safe-keeping, who says, “people have their truth but it is not your truth and you have your truth but it is Read More …

Vishudda

“But it’s stuck in my throat!” the child wails and coughs in that exaggerated manner of preschoolers.  She wants to roll her eyes. Resists. Sighs heavily, instead. She knows what is crawling its way up from her child’s throat.  Her head dismisses it as a fit.  Her heart knows the thing is not that dramatic or Read More …