01 Monday Sep 2025
Autumn grips with fast approach,
a fear, a sadness, an ineffective hesitation
in the cooling molasses wrapping us up.
Another anniversary rides toward its destination.
No keeping that horse at bay,
no desire to,
but apprehension sinks–
abide and wait, abide and wait..
with a little time,
it will turn itself inside out and
become a celebration…
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.
18 Saturday Nov 2023
We save each other’s lives
a little
every day.
Follow a pointing finger,
find the child.
Hear a cry never
bellowed,
resolve the ache.
Listen through hands,
to a quaking,
a breaking
of a heart yet again,
and turnings of ages will echo
through bone.
These are callings
answered by few.
Let the unmoved move
with slightest
kindest
deepening
touch,
reach stars buried
and waiting
for a return to dark sky.
We save each other’s lives
a little
every day.
In this is more
than enough.
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.
24 Monday Apr 2023
When touched, woman’s nipples are not to pucker inward,
When touched, woman’s soft cave is not to dry and contract,
When touched, her heart is not to hide away while
her clothes are removed.
When touched.
This earth, this fertile woman
bringing all life, creating
breathing pulsing offering–
always offering–
She is not meant
to be gashed stripped clawed mined
TAKEN
.
When touched, we women
are to be held, to be sung to, to be danced with,
our laughter our moisture rising
to swaddle and bathe the world.
Sing to us, allow us, see, listen to, wait for and
welcome us…
Let our own hands guide you.
When touched,
above all
be gentle.
28 Tuesday Feb 2023
How do we tender the fire,
walk the line,
embody a waking spectrum of both
the violence within–that murderous rage–
and the sacred Spirit we carry?
How do we live between
the harm we are capable of and
the goodness of our natural being?
Until each of us faces that living death,
cashes in the chips of our denial,
we humans will continue to destroy one another,
our earthen home,
and ourselves.
Let’s rise to the task.
We have, perhaps, no better work to do.
21 Thursday Apr 2022
Wind blows a chorus in the mountains.
I’d forgotten how the trees sing in rounds,
sometimes whispering,
sneaking a song, suddenly, behind you
then switching far out in front, down the hardscrabble
with its abundant life of stone and tiny leafings,
scales and flitting feathers.
I wonder about the songs echoed
from those not swishing needles and branches.
What part of the rondo do our human ears miss?
How sweet to offer our voices back
to the heart of the mountain
by joining in its steep and generous sound.
20 Monday Dec 2021
If your love has courted you
winding and strong
to the door of Death, again, again,
ya kinda gotta wonder- – what
in
the
hell?
(An exclamation ! floowing from that question
seems most appropriate
but not in sting of a shaming judgement, No, no,
as it needs usher in a tender resignation,
an emollient of wondering in which
you slip a hand beneath that tiny bird,
approach slowly with soft eyes to ask,
how, oh how, did this loyal heart of mine learn
to love like that, to love those with inclination,
without qualm,
to do those things they’ve done?)
A new snail trail, steady and true, awaits
in this, the second half of life . . .
25 Saturday Apr 2020
A full circle closed today,
from expectation to loss,
from pedestal to the fall..
A journey made time and time
again.
Bound to a nature of its own making,
the question of when the final turn
arrives being that eerie shimmer
at the horizon.
With delusion’s slap in the face
what you do with the broken fantasy
remains the treasure
at the end.
What shall be created from the rubble
and bruises?
Can you be what fed you?
Could you embody what your heart was sure
you couldn’t live without?
24 Friday Apr 2020
When the worst in you climbs out
pale and slick from a basement of your own making
do you cower and freeze?
Do you move fast as distraction will whip you
toward anything,
anything at all but that?
Do you block the acquaintance with projects-type
fast, cheap, ugly construction,
forcing it into another, though now above ground,
prison?
Who are you in your fullness?
What do you do with the wretched creature who is, also,
you?
What if you stop your steps away from the intolerable,
turn in your terror,
and place a crown on that wretched head?
Even if, at first, it is made of paper
and sags a little.
Because one of gold has yet to be forged.
What would the welcoming of one forced down,
forced out and away,
move like?
At the start,
even a whispered hello
will do.
Until you can both bow
to the darkness in light and soften
toward light
in the dark.
Free.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 