Thin Places

By Tabitha Vohn

If there is one thing that dominates our lives as much as love, it is loss.

In Thin Places, Tabitha Vohn chronicles the journey through one of her most painful experiences of loss, grief, the search for introspection, and the slow road to healing.

Through self-examination and spirituality, as well as portraits of loved ones, fictional heroines, and lost souls, Thin Places declares that love is not a choice, but how we love, is.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tabitha Vohn
• Release date: Jan 8, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370094707

Tabitha Vohn

"I strive to write the type of stories that I enjoy reading. Ones that question those blurred lines between love and lust, between good and evil. Ones that make us question human nature while simultaneously seeing the beauty in it as well."Tabitha is the recipient of the B.R.A.G. Medallion and the Awesome Indies Badge of Approval for her novel, Tomorrow is a Long Time.She is a writer, poet, musician, teacher, wife, daughter, sister, friend, and advocate of compassion for all living things.

Book preview

I am a weather vane

Inconstant

Moving with your wind

in storms I am merely

the evidence of your ever-

changing black skies

You

reign heavy on my tin skin

your anguish I cannot

soak in I am dependent

on your light for the calm

When I can just be

just Still love

Until the moon pulls

the pollution corrodes

You

and I

Spin again.

My breath hurts

every inhale an anticipation

of the direction your

current will force me

Today I ache for you to see

how exhausting this Dance

in your raindrops Is

where I am merely a

Fixed spot hovering

between Ground and you

no rest and

You

hovering above

your Warmth just out of reach

Those clouds that neither you

nor I control

Smother

and I long to be

Desert again

an impartial catalyst

of your heat

where the sage brush burns

And the water runs off.

IDOL WORSHIP

Tell me you

will always love me

as fiercely

as you do today

as you did when you

penned that verse I pour

over like prophecy

drink in like prayer

Come on

let me have the lie

from your mouth

so I can remember the

way your voice gravel-

whispered the way

your skin smelled

when I think back

to this moment

when it was true.

After you’ve forgotten

what it felt like to need

to be saved

recall through opaque

haze heart dementia

vague when you still

wanted my wings

to be your home

before the feathers

fell out each celestial

scar a proof to prove

to myself that I was

once heaven incarnate

for you I plucked them

out to cover your tears

in swan kisses

neverminding the blood

it took or the inner peace

I pried loose when I welcomed

that sting willingly for you

those interstellar sacrifices

sufficient in the moment but

dissolute as fallen snow or

an overplayed piano you will

recall the notes but cease to

feel its tune in your bones

When I have given all

and you have taken most

when I am just the crescent-

shaped scars of a needle

you plunged to feel the fix

of a high you said could

only be my

Hearth’s Fire

I fear I’ve loved you blind

and while you worship

at the temple of other

goddesses my altar will

gather dust the incense

no longer burning sweet

not forgotten

worse than forgotten

outgrown

when I am become the one

that made you see the sun

but covet the moon could not

give you her midnight caress

or Venus’ unbuttoned dress

when I find myself tracing

feather paths back dead ends

presence of an empty sanctuary

listening to the echo of faraway

songs penned to other goddesses

I’ll remember

you told me

you’d always love me

as fiercely as you do today

I’ll think back to this moment

when it was true.

HARBINGER

For J.D., S.S., & H.K.

I follow the needlepoint

from your wrist to the

elbow

embroidery of

a memory quilt meant to

tell the stories you need

me, or someone, to trace

the lines of

this patchwork

too primal for words

pieces

sewn crooked that hurt when

they play in the red room of

remembrances

you hear the

reel wind up but can’t look

away

screens on every side

like there never was anywhere

to hide

hostage cries that

paralyze sleep

and tear your heart satin

tatters ragged as if this

moment