02 Saturday Aug 2025
Wrestling with the ancestors,
shaking their tree–
Wake up, wake up! You have errors
you must correct.
Generations long damage still revealing itself,
this is not solely on the living.
Clear the way, remove the pall,
obstacles you unwittingly erected,
not the monuments you believed them to be.
Pick up a sledgehammer–
face your mistakes,
smash their marble facades,
crack the foundation,
watch them crumble and let wind blow them away.
Your legacy awaits.
Life needs to bloom.
Get on it!
23 Wednesday Jul 2025
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Sometimes you outgrow things,
understanding an effortless reaching for sun.
Other times, you must take sword to the lashings
of ancient curses binding you,
across chest, around the waist,
pinning you to the prow of a ship–
you, the first to be sacrificed in storm or attack.
Get to know the paralyzing ropes wrapping you raw,
then cut through and burn those fuckers
to the ground.
And dive.
Mother Ocean waits to take you
to shores meant to shelter and delight
in your very being.
Leave the curses to the cursed.
02 Thursday Jan 2025
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Withstand the Void.
Please.
Be upon your own two small feet,
at the edge,
darkness cloud-forming,
ledge a tipping perch.
Night ocean crashes on rock straight below,
the rhythmic waters moon-guided, rich and dangerous.
Call forth in echoless open and
wait,
the wind will snap and take it up.
Let the Void offer
all your fears, inadequacies, foolishness,
rage, grief, shame and sorrows.
Be with them.
Sense their intolerable
movements in your one body–
these are the monsters
you are to marry.
In union, living through and beyond
your exiled, an invitation
to what Beauty is yours deeply,
the gift to be offered back.
Leave no aspect behind–
you are here to love the denied.
Blood needs circulate.
Bones need grow. Air must enter.
Bring the outcasts and castaways under
warmth of your grand cloak.
Allow them refuge of your beating heart.
Welcome the unwanted,
a feast-filled table is set to feed everything
in dawn of this new year.
12 Monday Aug 2024
Driving along
and a sudden elevator drop in my chest.
Riding that familiar riversong of sadness a moment,
I understand–ah–
my old, precious friend
is holding a conversation I’ve heard countless times.
Now I can recognize her disguise.
Funny mask, dear one,
but a confusion belies those heavy, tearful eyes.
Stress, strain, the much too muchness of things
brings you here.
Rest, love.
Hide in your cubby hole and come out
whenever you would like to sniff
the riotous wind again.
07 Monday Aug 2023
I gave up pretty for a greater feast,
potato chips and jellybeans turned in.
Wrinkles declare descents into primal deserts,
splotches and patches and spots imprints
of the boot crush of heartbreak,
greys the stories of the non-forgotten.
Pretty hasn’t much to offer
and with it comes trails of trouble,
trials of the kind modern fairy tales
simply can’t grok.
12 Friday May 2023
Sweep the threshold,
unlock the door,
put the busyness away–
what comes is far
too important.
Build a fire,
quiet the house,
all your sensing is required.
Hear the hoof beats?
The full horse breaths?
Mice may scratch in the walls,
spiders rattle the roof,
you’ve nothing to do
but be home.
Movements beneath your skin,
flashes of thought,
quickening heart,
allow them.
This is a welcoming.
You don’t know who approaches
only that they must.
Freedom blooms
as we set
a place for everything.
What you carry in your blood
has voice–
Let her sing.
03 Friday Feb 2023
Tyranny over self,
Tyranny over body,
Tyranny over the Land.
Carve mountainsides, slash prairies, pollute valleys, hate,
hate and control, cellulite, humps, wrinkles, and jiggles.
Hide and hate, turn upon the landscape inner,
the landscape outer–
one and the same.
Within this domination resides
everlasting distraction from the rhythmic pulsing
of our own heart’s rivers.
In service to the status quo.
As Earth’s waters are Life,
our blood is Life.
Break the shaming silence–the waterways know
to indulge their curves, bumps, and depths
singing praises through movement,
of tree roots, reflected sky, grating rocks
and wriggling fish.
We have only so long to celebrate and dance
our one beloved Body:
Skip the contempt useful to maintaining outdated ways.
Jump straight into dark waters full
of more Beauty than any one lifetime can hold.
04 Monday Nov 2019
She pours glitter out of the glass slipper.
Ridiculous thing, sweat filled, fragile and unyielding.
With a moment’s further pause..
She hucks it and its mate straight
into the Sea.
Maybe there, in salty, living brine
they can return silica to sand,
or, at minimum, make homes
for lonely crabs looking
to entertain the holy wisdom
within their ocean-loving neighbors.
Glass slippers be damned, She mutters,
and skips off between broken waves and flattened
wet shore
simply to find her own fleshy rhythm.
Perhaps for the first 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?
01 Wednesday Aug 2018
He slams the door behind him.
You think, Good riddance!
When next your heart stops and breath catches,
out comes a gasp, What have I done?
Melting down, falling to bits, the world goes
from complete sense to non-sense,
and it is on that iceberg of moment
(and each drifting ice island following)
when wondering, Is this true?
might most gather you back together in a form
strong enough,
wise enough
to hold all the sensations and feelings
threatening to tear you to pieces
to be with Now,
an actual fullness of Life
for which you have the grandest capacity.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 