I dreamt that the gods picked me out of bed

and shook me violently

they had grown tired of my struggle

and breathed bravery into my lungs

i was not born ready for this

but something has changed

it was desire that made me weak

so I will take those parts you claimed

and build a new fire

a new flame to consume the old

and burn the blame

– Sheila C.



there’s no room for anything else

the sound comes in waves.
it’s kind of erratic at first
but it sinks in,
it settles in place.
where it’s always been.
where it’s meant to be.
i like to smooth it out-
to feel it brush against the fibers
of my being.
the white space is soaked in its existence.
i prefer it that way.
i will always prefer it that way.

– sc