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!
27 Sunday Jul 2025
Who is out there,
ghosts or our imaginings of them?
The spirits in flight, down the chimney,
behind the pizza place, and definitely in the alley bar across the way,
are curious. Mischievous.
Scandalous if they get drunk.
Not sure the woman in the corner
really lost control of her own lifted skirt–
winds, spirits, not so different.
Flowers are to be given, and spirits, yes, for the spirits,
they calm and hold them to the grounds of the unresolved,
no longer drifting, no longer so thirsty,
finally recognized, and in place– for living, for dead,
with earth in the holy middle,
to reconvene.
13 Sunday Jul 2025
This magic of thunder!
And tasting rain in each breath.
Drink, desert, drink,
the Mountain, she needs her wetness
and the birds to carry it forth.
Go dance in the rain, arms up-stretched in the air,
your dreams may return to you,
your mischief renewed.
26 Thursday Jun 2025
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…
14 Saturday Jun 2025
Posted in approaching, change, community, connection, dissolution, generations, heart, Life, movement, poems, poetry, world
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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.
05 Thursday Jun 2025
Posted in liberation, motionless, movement, mystery, poems, poetry, void
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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.
10 Saturday May 2025
I draw nearer the Unknown.
How can I not,
to be closer to God is this;
Unknown–true Creation.
Not noble or shiny, maybe missing teeth,
limping, dusty and brilliant..
Stay close,
the past can not play out forever,
only mind does that,
read the signs, look for what’s different,
if, at a thought, ice fills your blood
and belly turns sour,
power has been tossed away.
Relax back into change,
those arms wait to hold you,
the generosity of a reliable and beloved friend.
Ride the horse.
26 Saturday Apr 2025
The Mountain meets the clouds,
the Mountain stands on the other side
of the world.
Moving your feet, left
then right,
muscles flex, breath rushes in
then out..
you are fire,
heart pumping,
you are water,
blood rivering through,
you are air,
lungs bellowing,
you are earth,
bones holding, levering, building.
Shoes crease, then crack,
soon tear,
body aches,
mind strains.
You can journey to the Mountain
on two feet, on all fours, on belly
with hands clawing along.
You can also sit–
the depths required, the same–
whatever territory that needs be traversed
travels with you,
rests with you,
sleeps within you,
requires the all of you.
Awake.
The Mountain is close at hand.
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.
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!
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 