Grafted Soul

The day didn’t dawn. I sat in the kitchen wrapped in my father’s old blanket, hands wrapped around a long-empty mug of coffee. I wanted to be patient for the sunrise, but found myself sorely lacking in that virtue. The dregs of French press colored the bottom and sides of my mug, and I wandered …

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Do I contradict myself? Very well, I contradict myself. I am large…I contain multitudes. I am large. I have expanded past the bone structure nature intended. Endomorphic and engorged I have taken up more space than I am deemed worthy of…than I have deemed myself worthy of. While my self-control is judged lacking by those …

Alone

by Faith Eirans   The recordings started at 3.30 AM, loud and shrill, reverberating down the backwater that separated the mainland and the peninsula with the thousand names of Lakshmi, she who bestows prosperity. The smell of freshly caught fish permeated the air as she woke up to relieve herself and wash her hair with …

Walking With Intention Day 2 by Faith Eirans

In My Veins by Faith Eirans   My woman is beautiful. She walks like she is thanking the earth for every footstep it allows her to take. She hates shoes, which I love, because the arch of her instep is like a bridge between my brokenness and her completion, and seeing her bare feet answers …

Emotional Butterflies

by Faith Eiran   I am watching him closely from afar.  His dark hair tends to dull in the light, making me think it is unwashed and fragrant.  His arms, useful, care for the flames, ensuring the warmth and light for the next minutes.  He pretends not to notice me again and again, and we weigh …