01 Wednesday Apr 2026
The stirrings in me
are the stirrings in You,
a thread binding us that vision can not seek yet
heart and belly play, both, as one instrument
of longing.
Call up my voice,
that which is Yours
and sing,
sing,
sing
through me…
12 Thursday Mar 2026
Death brought me into this world,
I didn’t want to stay.
But my lungs kept screaming for air
even as my willingness to let their fluttering stop
strengthened.
Too much pain, this embodiment amidst the suffering,
unsupported emergence of a vulnerable being
while arrows of unconsciousness fly.
How to bring it back to Love
even while..even while…
15 Wednesday Oct 2025
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Time, in circles, rolls and spirals on..
we’ve been bamboozled and blinded by firm
starts and finishes–
Yes, birth to death,
but this existence is no line.
Pluck a stitch and you’re speaking with your grandmother,
dead long thirty years back.
Pick at another and your future babies,
whether this life or another,
giggle in morning thunder.
Our brains have been trained
by unnatural and convenient beliefs
unrecognized as such.
Put on a pair of enormous shoes borrowed
from a stranger and step..one
two three..
backwards to gather a new look
at the vastness of stories dancing about.
Teach your eyes to see the impossibly invisible,
what tires and confuses you now becomes,
in truth, a consequential but very funny
game–
remember your heart
and play it well.
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…
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…
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.
29 Thursday Jun 2023
Wrestle your shadow until sweaty and limp,
stand up,
press powder to forehead and cheek,
adjust pants and what’s in them–
whichever or both or none–
but set yourself right for the outer world to see
that nothing is happening, not a thing is at stake
and amble down the road as if not fully consumed
by what you almost let slip.
Your badness, your weakness, childishness and
ugliness and incompetence.
Tattered cloth, disheveled hair
they give you away but more
the look
on your face
of shame, perhaps shrouded in pride,
with taste of bile
flooding your tongue
Ah!
What effort and energy wasted
on the inevitable.
Rather than hide and deny,
cover up and clean up,
try turning,
turning toward your shadow in greeting..
Soften instead of wrestle,
invite instead of deny,
look gently, giggle and come to know…
in the folds of great being–wonders and understandings,
unexpected magics and compassion.
Light, dark, braided.
Depth.
Beautiful.
24 Wednesday May 2023
Walking along
a smile comes easily.
The air smells green–
that much rain has fallen.
Crimson buds fill out on prickly pears
as beetles stack in consummation
and the crickets serenade.
Even the light feels pregnant this afternoon.
23 Sunday Apr 2023
The snakes are waking, I feel them
stirring below ground.
With each step through dry arroyo,
around sagebrush, around stone,
I prepare for the sliding S–
Sssssss.
Warming earth holds us both,
one oval hole under plump cactus,
one casita on a hill.
Hello quiet ones,
we two stretch ourselves toward growing light.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 