Come,

29 Sunday May 2016

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Come,

Enjoy this life while you have it.

Twisting guts or sunshine?

Nah, nah, twisting guts 

and

sunshine,

the buried wriggle of new root,

a softening of shoulder and corner of lip,

a nagging thought, tremble of choice,

and a search for more.

More of this, of this!

The life pulling at your heavy heel 

and

lifted brow in pure amusement.

Drop the weight-

it may not even be yours.

Direct that tender face

toward the sun-

allow light to bathe eyelash upon eyelash.

Bountiful plenty turns colors before you.

Bountiful plenty turns within you.

Come,

Enjoy this life

while you have it.

chub and one rattle

17 Tuesday May 2016

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Young rattlesnake,
short chub and one rattle,
this day is dedicated to you.
Afternoon sun warms bare legs,
ferns stretch rootlets in wet shade,
cat licks paw pads,
and this heart pulses to new limits
of loving.
Every shedding of the skin adds
another rattle,
and a greater knowing
that less venom
is more.

Fullness

15 Sunday May 2016

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Were i

to reach for the stars

my pants would fall down.

Today requires earthly attentions.

Keeping up trousers may be 

the ultimate action

while loftier desires

could knock me, particle by particle,

straight out of orbit.

Cupping a star in two small, mortal hands

must wait

until palms can remain steady

holding an infinitude of concentrated light.

Honoring

means discerning–

Here, fantasy. Here, reality.

With that slice we both

possess

the fullness of flourishing space.

Born thus far

14 Saturday May 2016

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An open chair awaits you.

Clearing it of a tumbling-height stack

of NOs 

took some doing.

Approximately four decades worth.

And now that the rich, carved wood and velvet

of that high-backed chair holds nothing of mine,

there’s space for you at the table.

Admittedly, food hasn’t been cooked…

Uhm tea, however,

I’m ready to commit to.

Candle, flame and flowers adorn 

ridged lengths of milled tree

where our cups may sit.

Breath hasn’t yet dropped to belly-

waiting on your arrival out here in the valley

has caught it between Yes and Oh shit.

A place here, with me,

at a royal oak table welcoming us both

is the stretch of generosity and strength

born thus far.

Wake up!

09 Monday May 2016

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the first memory,
a fear of ghosts,
might choke you in your sleep.
wake up.
one step forward with a little foot
and another,
and another with your foot, not so small-
recall your body
to pierce darkness inhabited
by the terrifying,
and purposely forgotten.
wake up!
repossess what’s yours, kid.
throw your little arms out into night’s gullet,
rid the rotting presence rising
from beyond the grave.
we’ll approach together.
your journey neither begins
nor ends
trembling in a spindle bed
below third floor timbers,
its vacancy above met
by broad staircase
channeling
down
what no one else will face.

One day, she runs.

07 Saturday May 2016

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In the dark unfolding familiar

and friendless place

where place began,

a necessary and

deceptive

seed was planted.

Nourishing form, forgetting spirit,

growing grew and suckers spread.

A viral overload threatened.

Silently

soil

fed

resistance.

Until…

 

One day,

she runs.

From sick enclosure out into night,

thinly covered,

taking nothing, no shoes,

she bolts in a snap of a now! beyond

hallways, doors, gates,

with pounding heart, searchlight eyes, flying hair,

bare feet slapping pavement,

escaping by back ways known

intimately as the corners of her old room.

Rushing behind houses, through hedges,

ducking limbs, all chance of observance

and grabbing dominion.

Outside the limits,

with no objects to keep her,

by her own deliverance

she finds

her true way Home.

Love’s no

03 Tuesday May 2016

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Love’s no merry-go-round,

no sign up for the day and walk away thing,

no remembrance on Tuesday and a forgetting the other 6;

Love’s no yes-dear, whatever you say dear.

Love’s a wild one

whose hair, let alone heart will not

be tamed.

Because she expects the best of you, the most of you,

the oh you don’t feel like it -ha!- that’s funny of you.

Drag yourself to the ledge and peer over.

The view is not for the faint of heart.

Wishing yourself there is a waste of the work

your cells do without stop.

Come forward, rise up,

no other task is worthy of you.

A whole lot more of forever

02 Monday May 2016

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Sometimes I must contain rivers 

greater than my banks

and

I wonder,

just what it would be like to be you.

Limbs moving so,

thought dangling here and here,

and a curl,

tongue licking there

and eye gazing upon scenes 

I could never see exactly

the same way.

Within these banks I capture moon

lighting the way

but in the flood

life flows too fast

and grand

for understanding to catch me.

Yet it does,

eventually,

it always does.

Recount to me what it’s like being you

and perhaps

both our banks will expand to hold

a whole lot more of forever.

Sacrifice the god of nice

29 Friday Apr 2016

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A watermelon, round.

A sword,

heavy-hilted, ornate, decisive.

Raise the blade,

two-handed,

and drop sharp steel through rind,

flesh,

rind;

Sacrifice the god of nice.

Free her from the bondage

of acceptable mediocrity.

Spill seed,

honor sweet juice.

Initiate of destruction-

break open the tidy container

or

she will rot,

denied of her original gift.

This inborn generosity 

invites feast.

Fill your belly.