31 Wednesday Dec 2025
Sky begins purple today,
Her gown cloudless,
elegant with tree lace and shapely limbs.
Worlds within worlds surround,
our globe a small gem placed among them.
Breathing in purple cleans grey
from the lungs, gathering to blossom
one cold dawn breath at a time.
Day starts Creation anew,
let’s see what imagination can bring.
14 Thursday Nov 2024
I see her, red hair aflame,
paint flying.
Swaths of blackest black,
gashes of scarlet–
blood, bone, ash, scorch,
ochre of marrow.
Enough words, make image.
Shock the system with truth,
Pandora’s box wide,
coffins nesting
and thrown open, skulls screaming out,
souls of generation upon generation of women:
This will not stand.
This will not stand.
No!
26 Thursday Nov 2020
Together we made
a band of misfit angels,
plenty just so, plenty
with wonky arm and lumpy belly
and jagged wing,
together.
Together,
we rolled butter-based dough,
floured marble pin,
hand chasing hand, little and big,
together.
Oven warmed kitchen
and laughter warmed hearts,
kinda doesn’t get better
than a band of misfit angels
together.
18 Wednesday Nov 2020
Ever
read a book
and find yourself
stroking the page while tears drop,
uttering, “God, I love you,”
and wanting to wrap that author up in your arms
to say,
Thanks?
Today is like that.
Not sure how it is to relate with actual humans
but books,
books do walk along beside
between the breathing, the hefting, the washing
and all
the
rest.
15 Saturday Feb 2020
A box marked EXPLOSIVES
sits beside my front door.
Red paint on wood, hinges on lid;
a trunk for ammunitions
holds my shoes.
Today the light dawns,
it’s time I walk possessing
that kind of power,
reside within what transforms
not through simple destruction
but vast imaginative
Creation–
Stepping forward not one, but two.
09 Thursday May 2019
Wild rose
has begun her bloom once again
held safely within bower of thorn and halo
of virile and lustrous poison oak.
She reaches toward fullness,
touched by bee and blue,
balanced in sun and flickering shadow.
We, too, grow into bloom,
toward heaviness of fruit
and bounty of seed for generations to come.
All in time,
all in good time.
26 Sunday Aug 2018
If a push,
somewhere a pull.
Where taken,
pray it has been given.
The Western sense of community..
in itself a paradox?
We’re part–everyone–of centuries of history
cycling, tumbling, molasses-thick onward
with nanosecond “advances.”
No mystery that you, and you, and I
can not seem to catch our breath.
Faster is not forward,
as bigger not better, nor more money success.
Where lies the soul stuff making life
Life?
26 Tuesday Jun 2018
While sitting in a slurry of nettles and skunk,
a confused mess of fury and grief,
I had to remember,
remember those I know well who will do anything not
to change.
Clenching to what doesn’t grow,
but metastasizes, brings more comfort
than trying it all, somehow, differently.
Yet the questions have yet to be born in them,
and time, with practice, has taught them not to find any stirring
since the familiar is the balm that keeps the abyss
from glistening up and pulling them under and out,
as it is for me now from the slick, hard cornered rock
I seem desperate to hold.
Time and body say, release this faithless fight and self-loathing,
those committed shackles of the past,
and give in, set adrift and enter
what is unimaginably larger than the Seen.
15 Friday Jun 2018
Someone told me today,
“You have great energy.”
Someone else
turned out to be my middle school literature teacher.
Another day, perhaps, I’m terrible,
and a familiar stranger might not be
who I think at all.
Ground is uneven.
Earthquakes come, volcanoes blow.
A life is a creative act,
parceled out in retrospect,
birthed forward through chaos.
Unformed to the end
each of us shapes the clay we’re given.
The world will think
whatever it thinks,
what matters is speaking God straight back
into God’s own ear.
27 Sunday May 2018
Dancer
unable to dance,
Writer
without words,
Climber
minus a mountain,
What now?
Not grasping for known
while Unknown is your becoming
means finding,
and learning
a whole new way to move.
Wiggle a little,
court the formless
in this precious release
of who you believe yourself
to be.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 