Monthly Archives: June 2025

Little sister

28 Saturday Jun 2025

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It starts so early, this putting down of the girls.

Father of young girl with blonde locks tumbling

walks past and our brief exchange

circles around cherries:

This one doesn’t like them, he says,

She’s the picky one.

A. Who cares, this like/dislike

B. How about an understanding heart, pal?

But, no, gotta put ’em down.

Old, old story–nothing to do with blessed cherries.

I shrug–

That’s okay, nobody has to like ’em, I say–

for her,

to him.

I’ve been that girl in the family’s eyes

my whole life long.

Let them have their judgments for company.

Keep walkin’, little sister.

A blueberry

27 Friday Jun 2025

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Once,

I was about to eat a blueberry,

a ripe and plump, little blue sphere.

Touching that berry,

on its way toward my mouth, I saw

a sudden bloom of many dozens–

dozens!–

of the tiniest spiders ever

skittering from their birthplace.

Imagine,

your whole world,

a blueberry,

until breaking out into this one.

Perhaps, when time comes,

we are to do the same.

Planting Stones

26 Thursday Jun 2025

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A fresh blood, now, runs from this wound,

dripping thick, womb-blood red,

to thirsty ground.

The trail follows me as I leave,

planting stones.

Each feeds dark Earth,

sticks weapons of their confusion, fast.

My back, low belly, my heart unwilling,

unaccepting soft targets,

half a lifetime on.

Planting stones returns

this deepest and cruel ancestral story

to the Mother who fashions stone into gold,

medallions for witful generations to come.

Flowers may bloom, cool waters may move,

Hummingbird brings those open prayers

to Heaven.

It ends with me.

I walk away into land of blowing dust,

with stars shining straight from the hands of God,

I walk away toward the fire

ever burning on…

You..are..

23 Monday Jun 2025

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Gah! I give myself away,

to their judgments,

their expectations,

their views and assumptions.

Silly cat! Bat those off the table,

paw pad after paw pad after whip claw..

We aren’t here to please them, to afford them,

to fit some pre-ordained shape.

Twist as you wish,

reach as is your nature,

climb, sink, thrive–all in the asking,

the taking.

Denying is reduction,

agreeing without agreement, sacrilege.

Nomad, go fly.

Maybe no one will understand you,

but you do–keep that scent in your nose

and follow it.

You

are

wise.

Wannabe king

14 Saturday Jun 2025

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Wannabe king parades in,

bare butt flapping in the wind, saying,

My clothes are the finest in the world–

in all the worlds–

simply gaze upon them,

My apparel line, starting price 10 million,

will launch this fall.

The people hear, but more, they

see

his paunch of arrogance and delusion

while the gun salutes shoot off,

polluting collective sky.

The people march, no king, the people gather,

no thanks, no king for us today.

Contained

05 Thursday Jun 2025

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Serpentine movements toward

and away

based on nothing the culture expects,

impatiently demands,

only,

toward yes, warmth,

away from no, cold, mostly

in suspension,

blind,

asking,

when, lordy, when, and

is this my failing or some cosmic barometric pressure

holding

holding

heavy lid to the dark pot before,

until,

that heat can no longer stand but rise, fragrant,

a refusal of being contained,

twisting into an arcing freedom of sky.

The patch

04 Wednesday Jun 2025

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Bumblebee on French lavender,

fuzzy turning sideways heavy delightful

flight,

rest, wander,

another one alights,

purple, grey green waving;

a lovely warm night watering

the funny patch of weedy garden.

The unsettlement

01 Sunday Jun 2025

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Critters chasing through high trees,

squirrels limb to limb and birds,

in flight, one to another to another,

and the song,

songs,

braiding on the wind,

wind gathering applause of soft and hardening

oak leaves,

dark, thick, fresh to the season,

and I,

far into the unsettling,

year of the unsettled,

take counsel:

keep faith, drop the choking self-doubt,

open back up, out, into Spirit–

no flower is itself

without

loss,

loss of safety’s deceit.

Nothing guarantees certainty but

betraying yourself for mere

survival.

That rushing in?

Trust it.