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Tag : Natalie Wheeler

23 May 2017

Ceiling to the Sea

Ceiling to the Sea Won’t someone tell him please, can’t someone tell him he’s caught on the ceiling of the bluest seas, but he’ll form together again in water faraway. Just like the warmest, arching ocean wave he’s bathing in reasons to wake another day. Won’t someone please explain, can’t someone tell her she’s turning the forest trees against the rain, and forever she’ll be tethered to that unfailing flame. Curled up in lonely fire made wild by the wind, she is, he is, with no […]

10 May 2017

The Tear

The Tear I got to hold her in my arms again, after so many years No longer of flesh and bone, she’s free to find me In my dreams…for a few too short moments she’s there It’s an unbearable heartache when she disappears I can’t let go, so I hold on and hold together the tear My mind finds a way to give me what I miss, what I need So that deep sorrow upon awaking will soon let up And […]

09 May 2017

Lensbaby Love: Hiking with the Clouds and Tunes

The desert always feels different after a night of rain.  This morning the sky was covered with big, beautiful clouds.  I hike most days, temperature permitting, and this morning I took my Canon along with me because I knew I’d find abundant inspiration in the rare clouds.  I used only my Lensbaby Edge 80, just to do something different.  My music inspiration was bascially a loop of Brandi Carlile’s “Turpentine” and a cover of her song “Late Morning Lullaby” by Shovels and Rope. […]

08 May 2017

She Is

  She Is… She’s arriving… She’s arriving at the door of recycled words. She’s locked out… She’s locked out…side the confines of time. She’s in tune… She’s in tune with her broken wings. She’s climbing… She’s climbing her house of cards. She’s clinging… She’s clinging to clouds that hold her hand, and catch her falls. She’s calling… She’s calling for the koi to swim her into the deep. She’s lying… She’s lying under clotheslines of warm blankets and sweaters. She’s sleeping… […]

24 Apr 2017

Hear Me Now

Hear Me Now Hear me now, I’ll not be silent or still… lonely or left alone. Down a long road, so many years ago… fortune threw me a megaphone. Hear me now, your burden is mine… but I’ll not cry for it on my own. Lights turned low, but I’m louder still… darkness won’t shelter my sound. Up the highest peak, feet swept in sand… fingers pulling the clouds. Lights turned low, the curtains are closed… I’ll not scream but […]

31 Mar 2017

Room 501: Love is a Contiuum

Preface This story is the result of trusting the writing process to unravel and explore some traumatic points in my life, occurring within about a 6 year span as a child.  When I began writing, I had no idea how much would be revealed to me along the way.  The personal struggles I address are shared by many and are very complex.  To write this story in a linear, straightforward way would seem like oversimplification given the swerving and circuitous […]

08 Mar 2017

Adventures in Cuba

          My father sent this letter to me on January 8, 2011.  What a seriously generous offer coming from his big heart!  At the time, I was beyond preoccupied with my 2 and 3 year olds and battling some significant health issues.   I kept the note on my desk and in my free moments, I would read it and just dream about this future trip with my dad. Life continued to be busy and it always […]

23 Feb 2017

Between the Frames, Inside the Tracks

Between the Frames, Inside the Tracks Focused on light-beats between the frames Veiled in vain to disguise she’s still the same, yea though she’s ever changed While self-prescribed tracks are dosed by the singing stereo Echoing the vertigo traps of circular thoughts Warm hands and soft tears never rival robots Inside her there’s no game, just an animal finding the wild She slings her laughing lassos with static smiles, too blue to mock Never holding still for the darkness, looping […]

14 Feb 2017

Mirror, Sylvia Plath

Mirror, by Slyvia Plath “I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful- The eye of the little god, four cornered. Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.  It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers. Faces and darkness separate […]

13 Feb 2017

“Little One”

“Night rise Like the evening prize In a turnstile backwards we fly Cold bones Tied together by Black ropes we pulled from a swing Little one Just a little way Today all of the dreams are waking Can’t stand on crooked legs I’m cross-eyed to the wall Will these harbor lights Satellites” -Beck, “Little One” Sea Change