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GHOST TALES
It seems a rite of passage in today’s world to be ghosted. I’ve had my fair share of ghosts. They could cohabit a very large house together. I sometimes imagine them tucked into their rooms, folding the laundry, and sharing their pastimes in a Rachel-free zone. I admit it gives me a twisted feeling in the pit of my stomach. Have I been rejected?
Rachel Dalivane
Nov 19, 202510 min read
AMUSING OURSELVES TO DEATH
Air pollution is just one of many dangers that go hand-in-hand with Artificial Intelligence though. The water consumption of data centers is stunning. The average data center guzzles 550,000 gallons of water per day. Yes, you read that right. Over half a million gallons of water are expelled every day for the average data center (there are over 5,000 nationally). The water is used to cool the overheated machinery. Citizens in Mansfield, Georgia—a home to Meta and Blacks
Rachel Dalivane
Nov 2, 202514 min read
THE SURVIVALIST
Upon the ending of the novel, I sat and contemplated. I wondered, am I too serious of a person by feeling disturbed? Why couldn’t I simply laugh along at the wild adventures of friends? And why was it that I felt a sympathetic camaraderie with the villain of the story? Milady killed and deceived, seduced and destroyed. Yet, somewhere in the back of my mind I thought, what other choice did she have? Just like Scarlett O’Hara in Gone with the Wind, Milady takes matters in
Rachel Dalivane
Aug 22, 20257 min read
THE VEIL
The demon clutches in the belly like a claw that screws as well as grabs.
It hurts better that way in the deepest way. The darkest way. Wa
Rachel Dalivane
Jan 1, 20251 min read
THE SIDEKICK
Demanding that a woman complies to his authority is in my mind akin to rape. Because you do not have her consent, after all. You just have
Rachel Dalivane
Dec 28, 202414 min read
ORACLE
Because I thought I saw Jesus within the pulsating wall
A prophetic drawl
Pathetic bawling
Incessantly crawling back beneath the...
Rachel Dalivane
Jun 1, 20242 min read
PLANET OF BLUE
A planet left out for you and me
To blow like dust a cerulean sea
And feathered blue light
Such an elegant sight
To unsettle the dust
Rachel Dalivane
Feb 23, 20242 min read
SULTANA
In frost covered fields
With garnets congealed
A pomegranate drips
Scattered seeds amongst the star-lit field
A twilight blooms
Rachel Dalivane
Feb 23, 20241 min read
THE ARTISTS
To scrape beneath the surface brings with it its own mortality. To bleed and feel a fire made flesh. Ruby colored pulp trickles downward, sometimes slowly and at other times with a flush of emotion so to drown out the hours and days and weeks and years of otherwise monotony. Sloshing up, spilling over, at moments gushing out, until it’s all spent at the bottom of the hourglass—that damned silhouette in which we drove with a turbulent force your vibrance and my rage. To fee
Rachel Dalivane
Mar 1, 20231 min read
PHILOSOPHER QUEEN
I stood at the edge of the reflecting pool With water cascading, lush and cool I jumped into that pool of sun And sank simply down with lungs That filled easily and felt freely To live and breathe each day brimming In that reflecting pool When God reflects, I thought, it might be something Fresh like this with cold gulps of water between billowing breaths I sat and thought that I’d lived for a day Until I realized that I was in shades of grey Like concrete smacks! But blue at
Rachel Dalivane
Feb 1, 20232 min read
BOOK OF REVELATION
You’re like a force field that contains the blaze in me because you learned to grip fire with your hands You’re a phosphoric, Promethean Man That bends light to you Clenched in your hands to Mold like clay the silhouette and form It’s not that I disdain the flame or the fierceness from which it storms But I shift to mirage my glow In folds of gold And blackest smoke licking at the vision, Blinding from the sides of that dark fission Missing you nearly, blooming in ash I could
Rachel Dalivane
Jan 31, 20231 min read
A SERPENT
I want to be the needle in your thigh plowing endlessly the field of your discomfort like a splintery thing. Extract the venom to your groin, belly up writhing. I’m like poison groping through the artery. White knuckle the blade. Sweet savoring. Could I prick the vein and string it up like a harp string? I’m plucking away at you, plucking away at you. Don’t you think for the moment that I have the twist on you? I turn you up, under, down, and through for you to chew the
Rachel Dalivane
Jan 23, 20232 min read
THE EXODUS
The key is to detach and then to reduce it down to the roots, strong solemn things that grip the body, and smooth out the mind in copse rippled monotony. It’s the giving in of things and letting out of things until the spine bends the wrong way, then sets, waiting to be snapped back, not at once but continuously creaking at the vertebrae. One, two, and three. Society does take its toll on me and I learn that I cannot bend the wrong way as other people before me, trying to de
Rachel Dalivane
Jul 28, 20221 min read
YEAR OF THE TIGER
I wish that you’d listened to the call of leaves and the purring in trees, but you got distracted, turned away (as they do), and left me astray on the path to the wild ravine. It’s okay this way. I’m used to it, admittedly. And I’m not what I’d call gentle beneath. Biologically predisposed to think diagonally, to cut through the grove and creep nocturnally, catty-cornered to the sun soaked drove. People have got stand in line, so I stretch miles between us, chance the of
Rachel Dalivane
May 20, 20221 min read
PLUTO IN SCORPIO
Does the Queen of Night shrink from sunlight
And dream between sight
A desert denouement?
To open
Close
And withhold
Rachel Dalivane
Apr 16, 20221 min read
TO HOVER IN
I have a love for beautiful views that began when I was a child. I’d sit on top of the monkey bars or sit in my favorite hemlock tree just to see from that vantage point. I watched setting suns and moonlit skies from this view. On summer nights when the neighbor kids were catching fire flies and eating ice cream, I’d sneak upstairs to stand there in that spot watching everyone below. I pressed my nose up to the cold screen to feel the cool air of summer nights waft in on m
Rachel Dalivane
Jan 27, 202215 min read
GREY
She was squished up in the tire of their pickup truck when I heard her meowing. I crawled under and found a little grey fluff of kitten, not much larger than my hand. She had grey eyes like me. I named her “Storm,” and snuck her into our basement until my parents found her and then she disappeared. I never did find out what became of her, but even as an adult I think of her sometimes.
Rachel Dalivane
Oct 27, 20217 min read
THREADBARE LAIR
I go away
Are just three words I use sometimes
To break the silence of a fragile state
I go away, I say, when the moonlight breaks
Through tufts of cloud wisps
Blue light spilled out at the windowpane
I sift through moods and claim
An imagined room that’s furnished
With a small wish
To go away
Rachel Dalivane
Oct 25, 20211 min read
THE QUEEN OF THE ABYSS
I’ve been casting you in lineaments, you vaporous thing. You’re a distorted mirror that bends ‘round my mood. A cold surface of marble sublimity. I etch your cheekbones with my fingers, high and smooth. Two planes set flush beneath the eyes like me. You, ageless woman, The Queen Of The Abyss. Sometimes you seem a bit too cool to associate with me. Pure inhuman ethereal wisp of my subconscious feathers wistfully the dream. Your fingers spread like spirit things that st
Rachel Dalivane
Sep 29, 20212 min read
DESIRE
Fireworks burst like Dandelion heads I blow at the sky Wishes bloom in red
Rachel Dalivane
Sep 15, 20211 min read
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