Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Trying my little hard out
not to implode
Oh my heart, my squalid sacred heart squished so full it's breaking open
Looking for a quiet little corner of cyberspace to curl up and aspire.

Sunday, December 25, 2016

I get my news from the river.

I let it show me how I hold myself against the world,
tensioning attention on an intention to let go.

surrendering every thought I put in place of living..
Ripples, currents and light reflecting miracles; sometimes they fly, sometimes they sing. 

No longer even trying to keep score of the way time moves. Now and then, dancing round each breath that I forget to make. 

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

dream sequence

The first thing I remember 
is the falling. 
But theres only so long 
you can fall for 
before you wonder 
if it must be something else? 
It seems I can’t even imagine 
space this big to fall through.
Because at this speed maybe,
It’s probably,
towards the light at the end of the tunnel. 
Cause Gee, If my subconscious likes metaphors
it's mostly well mixed. 
At this stage my drifting mind wonders about breathing, 
but all that time I thought we were falling for
It didn’t matter, 
So I swim on
Breathing underwater
All the way to the bottom of the sea.

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

I think I'm pretty much over you,
seeing finally all the way through us.
to where I forgot what I knew and what I felt for what you said.

I think of you more now out of habit than passion,
to resolve for myself the things I never got to say.

I will always play by the rule book, no matter the cost
Not because I am good, but because I wrote the book.

Monday, July 4, 2016


I don't so much boogie with the moon.
Our dance is slower paced, measured even, 
as the earth spins days into months, shifting gently underneath my moving feet.

I love her constant steady change, 
The whole way from fat to nowhere to be seen. 
But she’s always still there, dancing slowly, in and out of shadows and reflected light.

She knows for sure when she’s coming, when she’s going, 
Always circling the point. Predictable perhaps (once you know the steps), 
Yet mysteriously compelling, constant re-telling of heavenly bodies in love with flight. 

The moon is inside me, Emotion- as energy in motion, 
stills my beating heart, 
slowly slowly opening everything, 
graceful and glorious, 
rolling around my pelvic bowl, 
holy wholly stepping up and in and all the way out with faith and fate, 
moodily moving oceans in her dreaming wake.

Thursday, November 12, 2015


And Then God Said
"I give up.
Tell me,
What will it take.
What can I do
to convince you just how much I love you?
Tell me if your ready to know
that you are the Love of my Life.
The Life of my Love.
You are my Love
made of blood and flesh to feel,
so tell me how I can help you feel it?"

Friday, October 2, 2015

The sound of silence

bouncing off electrons
tapping with my fingertips in space
a strange dance; shapes light moving to the silent music 
all saying nothing
all saying wrong
you were wrong all along
you'll always be wrong
and that's all right
it's going to take a while 
the business of busyness
occupying everything
This sentence of living and dying.