Hello & Welcome to SHAME CAFÉ. Please take a look at our menu. We hope you find something that appeals to your particular taste for unpleasant emotions! BEVERAGE MENU: “White Hot Shame” White chocolate mocha with a drizzle of self-doubt and 2 pumps of sugar-free self-deprecation. Caution: Scorching hot liquid you’ll…

“Your words are testament that the poets are here to testify to the worlds pain, and to translate it into beauty. The poet transforms the untenable into the palpable. The poet digests the heavy metal truths of this life into that which we can choke down. Their words dignify our experience.” — Anonymous Poet Mother Nature knows us. Yin flow comes gentle on the moonlit garden light, and the healing mist of dawn, and cooling whispered words of Moon Mamma settle in to hold us like worn woolen blankets. Their weight brings security. Their weight holds the warmth of every woman who walked this…

Tomorrow is the big round-up: America’s grocery shopping day before the main event coming to your dinner table this Thursday. Whether you’re celebrating with family or friends, or having a season of solitude where you’ll be cooking and entertaining only yourself, this week marks a time of year where we…

On Gentling You know it’s interesting my whole life, all the adults said “Don’t be so hard on yourself, Little Miss Yaney.” But nobody ever said, “be gentle.” Nobody ever handed me A soft skinned map Or guide Or even model On how to go gently with ourself They simply…

Death isn’t really a melody We hum from our chest Death is like a newborn baby with wide eyes Taking Life in Seeing us from a differing perspective If we stopped running, fearing, hiding Let it speak clear to us, We could really learn from it. Death, I never knew…

Hey, after school call me Let’s shoot the shit “Can you believe that thing that CJ did after homeroom?” “My God, what a trip.” “Can you believe that laugh we shared With Stephanie Crovella After gym class In the hall When we were late And Mrs. Cromer was pissed?” Come…

Death succumbs sweetly Like honeycomb romance Sappy, it sings to me Sweetly, calls to me gently “Come home, lovey.” “Come cradle here back to me Lay in my arms and sing to me Sweetly, Remember romance?” And I, but a newborn babe in his arms Burble and laughter, baby blue…

Seems like all my life, I lost perspective on myself Can’t see my own beauty, can’t see myself Lovingly, can’t hear my own wisdom, Can’t appreciate the gifts sitting right in front of me Wanting to be held, to be swaddled, Waiting for someone to cuddle me Nobody’s loving me…

. be gentle . be gentle with your heart, lovey she whispers in my ear how does she always find me with the words I most need to hear for a moment I pause linger catch my breath push a strand of hair lovingly behind my ear and remember she’s always with me together right ❤ here.