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.

Dark Side of the Moon

Is this just the dark phase of the moon, the part of the cycle when all light wanes and is gone, a new moon basking in the glory of the sun without tolerating our dusky shadow?  Or is it the darkness before the waxing, the building up again of the light? And how dark will 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 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 …

Day 1

Okay. Check out it. Everybody’s doing it. What’s the problem? I’ll make you feel good. I’ll make you feel safe. I’ll make anything possible. Come on. Just one hit. You know you want it. You can start again tomorrow. Just enough to get you through this rough patch. This’ll be the last time. What’s the difference? Read More …

Breath

Breathe in. Breathe out. Don’t worry about the punctuation or the words just let them flow out of the mess of the morning if it truly was a mess it is just the ramblings of a tired woman who ran on the treadmill and feels loose and fit or fitter and there is the beating Read More …