the hesitations spring like reeds that sway and bend at the edge of me I have been disturbed beyond surfaces as if the stone of your name were dropped again and again into the heart of me and I must swallow it whole or break © Sarah Whiteley

turned earth

I had determined (after the last) to no longer offer up the root of myself let it beat (I thought) for nothing other than to mark the time passing beneath my skin but then hands (so mercilessly capable) dug in and I am as earth freshly turned and raw and the root (remembering yearning) has … Continue reading turned earth


the moon has captured me by the ankles, is crawling through me and I must burst into new surfaces this morning my hands awoke, and for the first time in years, ached to find something other than air beside them but even without the solid press of your arm on mine, I have found wonder … Continue reading untitled

that I was I

that I was I and you were you and want being what it is - shortening the shortest distance between two selves - with the brevity of "yes" we were quite suddenly we and with nothing but combustion in between © Sarah Whiteley