Category Archives: release

For the women in those photographs 

12 Monday Oct 2015

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For the shes,

for the women who held in reserve everything but

what they betrayed in the fathoms of their eyes,

I dance for you,

let my laid-down hair fly

and skin sweat rivers

underarm and between thigh.

My laugh is the wild thing you withheld 

and the leap it was never safe

for you to take.

The salt this body gives up,

one gift I can give.

Carry me to where your bones rest,

I’ll bring the skull I’ve been handed

when calling guides from the directions.

You’ve yet to reach my dreams

but when you do

I know

your unpinned hair will be the least

of what you bring to night sleep.

Return

30 Wednesday Sep 2015

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For those running running,

forget holding onto your hat-

that which has you trying to flee,

with its tangles and barbs and gashes and claws,

can outrun you

and knows every shortcut

to come out ahead

again

and again and again..

Face what you plead with silently

to go away

Return return

Hold onto your heart instead.

That intricate webbing of blood coursing its way

through all of you,

into toes, and eyelids, and knees.

Your heart, you,

the one constant partner-

wrap tender fingers around the unwanted.

For those working through terror,

For those tending to their rage,

For those who turn, who return-

Your life is yours.

For what it’s worth

19 Saturday Sep 2015

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Beneath skins and fur

I too rest in beauty

Let not a hand touch me

and still

I smile

For what it’s worth-

which, in a blink, may stack higher

than last year’s wages-

there is no fading value,

nor lost horizons

Forever always reaches towards us..

In a crisp pink angle of morning light

my heart is yours.

A painting of night

12 Saturday Sep 2015

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While hands rest on sink edge
and skin drips above dirty bowls,
eyes see wall and window and trees in view
of an idea
who drops in,
pulls as much space
as a full day gathers snow,
and says,

Your wound is their wound is a wound
far-reaching with cold, gnarled underground fingers.
Hold the hand you fear,
befriend the dead. 
Bring here of the gifts
your people await release.
Possess the expanse
and embody the unspoken…

Hearing the music of you
in a flooding of my entirety,
more life rises in death
than even a painting of night
could dream.

Contain

04 Saturday Jul 2015

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Contain the heat,

the movement, 

the sound.

Toss fingers wide,

and dip

chin,

blades..shoulders..elbows..palms

into a spin…

Pound

thoughts

down,

down from helter-skelter mind

through music-hugging hips, 

willing knees, flexed calves, splayed toes,

beyond, even, supporting ground-

move ’em out

until sweat beads, glass fogs

and your heart and smile rise.

Once a giggle finds voice,

throw open the windows-

mimic your every pore-

invite the wind,

and

slow

the swirl

into a sway

into a collapsed puddle of joy

with eyes fixed

on boundless

sky

The gyre 

16 Tuesday Jun 2015

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Swim the gyre.
The vortex expands until you do.
Intensifies.
The dreams reminding you,
the memories calling you,
the photos, smells, unwanted messages,
all the excuses you give yourself
not to look-
mean there’s every reason you must.
Make the agreement
between you and You
to carry on, carry forward, look widely,
deeply, where your lids normally squeeze shut.
Enter the gyre. Slowly.
(Remember, you breathe.)
No greater kindness
could ever be afforded You.

An unreasonable flavor

05 Friday Jun 2015

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Events arise and show you 

you can be made of jello-

in some especially unreasonable flavor like kiwi-

and your mind starts spinning and nothing is working and

everything seems wrong and

you’re busted, no broken, no worse

and

and

on and on and on

until

you stop believing,

look around,

recall that you’re breathing

in a flowering burst of recognition

that you simply

have

more to heal.