A ripe peach
Can you sense the pebblesIn the road that passes byThe old tree? Hear the birds thatPluck away a few blossoms...
One Chair
God of This New Day 1. I've gone out into the darkness 2. to listen to the silence 3.of this night. 4. I hear the wind rustling through leaves
Stillness & Motion
it’s not my idea and yet it does appeal and affords new space for play from straightforward natural process
Can you feel without judgement?
Yesterday gleamed like a pearl on a string of Midwestern October beauties. Warm air, puffy cumulus, wild flowers, and a field recently shorn for hay welcomed me and Henrietta for a stroll.
What Can We Do
We ask What can we do What are the offerings that can be made
Unwritten
my grandmother told my mother, write nothing down truth was a danger but she called me once,
Life, listed
1. I tried to think of a title for a list 2. I talked with one of my oldest friends and got an idea for a new song 3. I thought more about the song, and I sat down...
A Blessing for Rising
For all of us who sleep in tangled and hard places For the ones whose ears are open in the deepest of darkness, listening as poetry stirs
Presence of Absence
imagine a front yard
extending toward the center
of the street, twice as far back then
when this street was narrow
and still made of dirt
The Garden of Forking Buffalo
in a place named for rivers and wildlife
a sturdy facade belies a buckling form
how long has it been since voices and laughter
filled the interior of this now fragile frame
Work Flow
Pisces
The last sign of the zodiac
The final stop in the cycle
It contains a little bit of everything
that came before it
Rushing in Stillness
The river
at points rushing
and at other parts still
Not one or the other
but both at once
Heart to heart
Always working
day and night
Appreciate honesty,
never a good liar
Nagging voices and flashing neon-signs
I am not just simply hungry for skin, but starved for it.
And not just skin, but touch. Hugs. Caresses.
WHO
WHO TOLD YOU YOU’RE NOT BEAUTIFUL
Who said it
Who called you something else
Something not your name
Who glitched you
Sent you whirling spiralling
Kicked your world from under you
Become
Come out from under years of wading and wandering desolate looking peering in from outside longing wondering waiting yearning to be chosen seeing not being heard unanswered...
Chalcolithic
I wanted to write a poem about a crucible,
a quiet vessel made of clay
that creates a space
that enables a reaction
Pesach Morning
The alarm goes off
I am flattened in bed
And in need of thickening
Or perhaps some shortening
To mix in and congeal
Leaving
In the beginning, I felt so tight and confined. “It’s not yet time,” the icy winds roared in response to my impatience. “You must wait until the conditions are right, or you will perish before you’ve begun.
What Is Water?
How to describe it?
Her components? HO2
As a substance? The most abundant on earth.
As an element, which is part
of life, and therefor me?
Verde Que Te Quiero Verde
Green is the colour of our fourth chakra. The heart chakra, Anahata. I always wondered why green, and looking for an answer I found it in green herbs and leafy-hearted plants.