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The Spaces Between
by E. Cate Cameron Bridging the spaces between A causal nexus Tending heart and mind Curiosity begs conversation and Sorrow invites sharing From the quiet place Seeking peace, understanding, and resolution. Making me laugh over coffee And the things I don’t know So many things Passing the wings and the chocolate Sculling through time I am left to wonder about your thoughts and feelings Sometimes more than I do my own. But my head is wild with books My DNA with adventure Scanning the next horizon Forever caressing the wind rose. But you, You were set in place by glaciers Steady as Polaris Your sculling a guide. Acting the fool I wanted you to think I was amazing Yet you stuck with me in weakness and anger Igniting humility Your peace and wisdom drawing me Like a moth to your flame. With the bioluminescence of your strength In the spaces between The universe is less mysterious Stars shine brighter Uncertainty is safer Nesting into the foundation of familiarity As the black-capped chickadee lands. Samhain and natal days at our door The air crisp with woodsmoke The sun is now indifferent Giving away to the moon Longing for a dip in the lapping waters Avoiding mosquitos Neither of us will leave this place unchanged. Decolonizing Feminism by E. Cate Cameron A ship on the sea Without a natal port. No longer the captain. He built the walls Which ceased to exist In the ebb and flow, Or doesn’t he know? A selkie cannot be tamed. A colonized failure, Displaced on the map of our fathers, Seeping, seething Jezebel Burning down walls Breaking free from the patriarchy. Blinding passion, Mesmerising, Vowing to never leave. Awaiting and praying, Sifting through broken promises On foreign shores. Insatiable longing, Another earnest display. Metamorphosis of the roots That weave and bind and tie. Crying out, “am I not the earth?” A narcissist’s unrequited longing Of luan synchronicity Darwin’s bailiwick Transmitted through the stones Of ancestral souls. Sacrificial? An impregnable cath. Stalled domestication, Feigned shame And diminutive failure. The cailleach are in flames, Drowning. But softer was suffocating, Piercing Rushing mortality Like the wide-eyed fawn. An irresistible beauty Rising from within the terror. And before the strike, The selkie sings. |
Soul Mate Earth
by E. Cate Cameron
I taste your words
Like earthy morels in garlic and butter
Foraged from an Island forest
And sun kissed figs from that tree in Lagos
Juice dripping onto the sand
Gently, gracefully,
Warm, sticky, smooth
Like your shadow emerging from the surf.
I taste your words
Like toes dipped into the Irish sea
Inhaled, kissed, savoured
Salty on your lips
Reminiscent of Bowie’s lost love
His letters to Hermione drifting down from above the cove.
I taste your words
Like philosophy, politics, art, and sex.
Heidegger you said? Or was it Hume?
Stars carrying us across the Southern sky.
Dreaming of divine perfection
Becoming breath, blood, and soul in the Atacama desert.
I taste your words
Like light stitching the universe together.
An intimate dance
Hovering, daring to touch
Breath just out of reach
Like fruit from the forbidden tree
Unattainable?
Perhaps.
I taste your words
Like a burning church
Failed institutions and crushing expectations
Our eyes echoing the duet of our ancestors
Icelandic waters,
Piercing, hiding
An impenetrable Viking fortress.
I taste your words
Like burnt sugar crème brûlée
Plunging my tongue into the creamy centre
Extinguishing the flames and
Surpassing the rhythm of my human pulse
French jazz on Manhattan streets
Resonating, intoxicating
Like whisky from a Jura bog.
I taste your words
Like acidic notes of Oregon pinot
And piri-piri prawns flambéed at Petisco’s
While we watch the waves crash and recede
On our secret Portuguese beach.
I taste your words
As the world burns
Bequeathing conflict and a hot planet
Empty coffers for our children
Women’s rights stolen in the night
And a soul mate’s ongoing demise
I taste your words
As the world burns
and they sustain me.
by E. Cate Cameron
I taste your words
Like earthy morels in garlic and butter
Foraged from an Island forest
And sun kissed figs from that tree in Lagos
Juice dripping onto the sand
Gently, gracefully,
Warm, sticky, smooth
Like your shadow emerging from the surf.
I taste your words
Like toes dipped into the Irish sea
Inhaled, kissed, savoured
Salty on your lips
Reminiscent of Bowie’s lost love
His letters to Hermione drifting down from above the cove.
I taste your words
Like philosophy, politics, art, and sex.
Heidegger you said? Or was it Hume?
Stars carrying us across the Southern sky.
Dreaming of divine perfection
Becoming breath, blood, and soul in the Atacama desert.
I taste your words
Like light stitching the universe together.
An intimate dance
Hovering, daring to touch
Breath just out of reach
Like fruit from the forbidden tree
Unattainable?
Perhaps.
I taste your words
Like a burning church
Failed institutions and crushing expectations
Our eyes echoing the duet of our ancestors
Icelandic waters,
Piercing, hiding
An impenetrable Viking fortress.
I taste your words
Like burnt sugar crème brûlée
Plunging my tongue into the creamy centre
Extinguishing the flames and
Surpassing the rhythm of my human pulse
French jazz on Manhattan streets
Resonating, intoxicating
Like whisky from a Jura bog.
I taste your words
Like acidic notes of Oregon pinot
And piri-piri prawns flambéed at Petisco’s
While we watch the waves crash and recede
On our secret Portuguese beach.
I taste your words
As the world burns
Bequeathing conflict and a hot planet
Empty coffers for our children
Women’s rights stolen in the night
And a soul mate’s ongoing demise
I taste your words
As the world burns
and they sustain me.
Even the Lions Fear Her
by E. Cate Cameron
Arriving on autumn’s wings
She will rake and gnash
Like a dragon with emerald eyes
Squeezing your heart and throat
Seeping deep into the chasm
Of your primordial ocean.
Her claws will pierce and seize
Your banal existence
Cutting swaths of the horizon
Rescuing your fears and dreams from
Reflecting the light of the moon and
Burning the canvas of time.
From your ribs she’ll take a bone
And with one shallow breath
She will sear your presence from her soul story
Razing the acacia
And the houses built with many hands.
Even the lions fear her.
by E. Cate Cameron
Arriving on autumn’s wings
She will rake and gnash
Like a dragon with emerald eyes
Squeezing your heart and throat
Seeping deep into the chasm
Of your primordial ocean.
Her claws will pierce and seize
Your banal existence
Cutting swaths of the horizon
Rescuing your fears and dreams from
Reflecting the light of the moon and
Burning the canvas of time.
From your ribs she’ll take a bone
And with one shallow breath
She will sear your presence from her soul story
Razing the acacia
And the houses built with many hands.
Even the lions fear her.
Possibilities
by E. Cate Cameron
Steel and stone
Stretching towards the sky
Peeking around one another
To meet the sun
Reflecting the energy and anticipation
Of the city
Buzzing just below the surface
Standing tall to greet this day
Striding into all that is possible
Brandishing your inescapable confidence
And honest soul
With coffee
by E. Cate Cameron
Steel and stone
Stretching towards the sky
Peeking around one another
To meet the sun
Reflecting the energy and anticipation
Of the city
Buzzing just below the surface
Standing tall to greet this day
Striding into all that is possible
Brandishing your inescapable confidence
And honest soul
With coffee
