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Holy of Holies

01 Wednesday Apr 2026

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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…

Sometimes

23 Wednesday Jul 2025

Posted by in Awareness, becoming, break out, fearlessness, freedom, poems, poetry, Power, transformation, unlearning, waking, woman

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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.

Planting Stones

26 Thursday Jun 2025

Posted by in Earth, family, generations, human, movement, offering, Opening, pain, poems, poetry, prayer, release, return, unlearning, walking, woman, wonder, work

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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…

Holy rage

14 Thursday Nov 2024

Posted by in community, Creating, daughter, digging, dissolution, Elements, fearlessness, Fire, generations, history, honoring, human, instinct, Love, mother, movement, Opening, pain, poems, poetry, prayer, presence, rage, strength, violence, woman, work

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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!

Medial Woman

14 Friday Apr 2023

Posted by in motion, poems, poetry, vision, wind, woman

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Medial Woman,

I place my trust in you

who reweaves the world in vision, web and pearl.

Stars offer themselves to your old and nimble fingers,

music of your silent imagination.

Cradling myself in the timeless,

the wide, stable feet of your journeying,

I pluck feathers from the western wind,

forage in fields, in forests, spanning forever.

There’s not an ocean, in singular swirling,

that together we’ve not swum.

Beneath your gaze, egg-filled nests become visible,

rising springs share their voice

and solace of a kindness of words flows

through your unmoving lips.

I train my ears,

I train my eyes,

I allow the knowing in my hands

to find their joyous, wild and original way.