22 Monday Jun 2015
surrendering to Love
not the article
or person
or plot we’ve attached it to
but the Way of it,
there’s the practice, a
clear path, a
transcendence into
eternal life..
We care for each and all
while knowing
the little deaths,
and the big ones, will play their part
to shape inner and outer landscapes and
deepen connection
to what beautifies
heals
nourishes-
We learn to leave our small selves behind
for something
more
23 Saturday May 2015
rock and water and sky,
stone and salt and wind.
if I wear skulls
they are not for your eyes to fondle-
like the bones I steep
in nutrient-rich broth
i do not forfeit all my secrets.
pushing for the mystery
will bring plastic and cliche,
which your senses will detect
as truth.
in falsity,
protection.
03 Sunday May 2015
a stormy gateway opened… and a golden one closes..
it can be like that
stepping outside yourself
to usher in what’s waiting.
move into an unknown place
and watch
new hands lay claim
to what you thought was yours.
22 Wednesday Apr 2015
Her bones
fall into mine.
Her fight, her grief,
her bite,
in my arms, my legs, this heart,
are embraced.
She lost footing, at last,
giving up land for the sea.
There I swim,
offering her resting place,
and the tender hold
she has hungered for
all along.
12 Sunday Apr 2015
Out into space
a finger,
wrist, forearm, shoulder, neck stretches..
nose leads forward, head tilts
into the roll taking a body
down
away from what sustains into
the craving and desire to possess that thing
that woman that car that status that
tasty morsel that cons you-
that you con yourself-
into believing
will scratch the itch, quell the hunger,
satisfy that blasted longing leaving a belly growling
every morning
a body doesn’t fall into
itSelf.
11 Saturday Apr 2015
He drives through night,
his fear,
navigating roads with poor eyesight
and the anxiety of loss.
She waits, after 30 years, to release her last breath
upon his arrival.
His mind, his hand, reach for her
through lessening miles.
Following a companionship of sorrow-
reunion comes
in rainbows of falling tears.
Movements,
these delicate movements,
carve the limitlessness of human hearts-
darkness can’t even stop that.
23 Monday Feb 2015
When the words
fall
on deaf ears,
I wonder, what’s it like in there?
Static?
A song on replay?
My sound doesn’t tingle the switch,
the spectrum of frequencies a foreign language.
I used to scream to be heard.
I used to hand out the code
to what others thought was encrypted.
Now, the fire behind these eyes
that licked the ceiling high
if I couldn’t get through,
has real wind to respond to.
My lips rest
when the noiseless collision
of intent
reaches my own deafness.
06 Friday Feb 2015
Walking away,
woman with half face stands
where I’d been,
calling me to her in stolid silence.
She, an anatomical waning moon,
skin missing.
Her muscles and unprotected eye,
blood vessels and nerves and skull,
within her wholeness,
watch-
calling me back.
I turn, meet her eyes,
and approach her knowing,
nothing but this, nothing but this.
16 Friday Jan 2015
I can’t breathe
though I’m breathing..
Diaphragm falling
at last
into place,
true place,
and my brain
spasming,
messaging that a vital function isn’t
functioning.
Question the origins
of a wavering trajectory
and gasps of light
will greet at the gates,
beyond them a polished and golden
curve.
I am here
wholly exploring,
willing to sit
with a death mask upon this face
and a seizure of mind-
a dropping off a cutting loose a sightless learning-
in the brilliance of human adaptation,
minus now
the holding of echoes
of voices never invited.
I am awkward,
a toddler taking first steps,
exhilarated
tippy
walking-
it matters not where, walking!-
and happy to plop backwards
onto a soft diapered bottom
because I’ve done it-
In lacking restriction,
I’m finding the breath to empower both
movement
and
circular song.
13 Saturday Sep 2014
Pushing away the waters,
we try,,
No tide stoppable,
short of pulling moon from sky.
If birth,
then death.
When drawing this in-
with breath-
We are free,
with exhale-
To take life’s tender hand.
Precious day,
night’s eggshell,
offers light exactly as long
as intended.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 