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October 2, 2020
Here. In the stillness Underneath That place in which Your beingness abides Where authenticity is accessed and your voice rings clear in your own ears. Here you can readily catch the tail of your own true thoughts as they dance across the universe of ideas
September 26, 2020
Noticing a swelling inside barometric pressures shifting and nerve endings stand to attention headaches and heartaches and womb aches and the desire to dance and surpass myself all in the same moment. Noticing Morning is holding on to night dark longer than last week
December 2, 2019
calling all sinners
I am often asked If I believe in God… It feels like An unfair question Anything about Believing Or about beliefs As mine have so often Needed to Shift To accommodate New information New ideas And new ways of Being.
December 2, 2019
coyote doctrine
Coyote speaks in the darkness at a distance in the forest as the mist makes the air heavy conductive Your soprano howl operatic swells and resonates through the air warbled and elongated
September 13, 2018
unwritten, unbound
Maybe this is a moment where poetry fails to communicate the extent to which you matter. But I want to at least try and convince you of the possibilities that are just beyond the horizon. The birds will tell you up there in the sky what they have seen.
September 13, 2018
the welling up
The welling up Eyes become portals Of wordless emotion This is all So beautiful The only right thing Right now Is to cry As warm Sticky caramel Sunlight Ravishes the Sexy green Of summer leaves Red haze through
September 13, 2018
the divide between us
I’m not always sure what to do with my anger. When the divide between us is so deep and wide it feels as if we occupy completely separate Earths. But we do not. We are both here. Closed system. Not escaping each other any time soon. And I know that we are
August 16, 2018
outside, uncovered
I suppose I have always loved watching the rain through big picture windows for there is a preciousness to being here human, feeble, Woman. If outside, uncovered I would be far too overcome
May 30, 2018
may day
Mayday. All this rain. The colours blur together. Feeling nondistinct. Greyed. It hurts the One inside who craves big bright beauty. Waiting for the clouds to […]
March 30, 2018
collapsed house
I dreamt I was a collapsed house entire parts of me caved in scattered as rubble and reeking of rain-soaked ruin peering out through the old and weatherworn floorboards
March 24, 2018
simplicity ~ gratitude ~ humility
Simplicity. Gratitude. Humility. Accepting stifling paradoxes that eliminate our ability to be self righteous that wisely smile and pat our hands like grandmothers saying ‘There, there...
March 24, 2018
We might feel slightly... presumptuous  maybe even  audacious  mentioning the word Spring Winter’s timeshare is not used up The changing of the guard  the calendar has not yet proclaimed But I can see Her lightbody
March 24, 2018
this forest
This forest A library of green I lean on a tree That speaks in water droplets From the top Good morning air Handshaking my lungs Renewing my blood I am sustained. Underneath me roots Holding this all together.
March 24, 2018
electric correspondence
you come to me an old friend a good friend, I open the door and you rush in eager and deliberate whispering stories of all that  ever was cold acquaintance
March 23, 2018
I Was Burned by a Star
I went to meditate on a perfect morning on a perfect island when birds were singing and the air was cool. I sat on the edge feeling brave, feeling sure that this was a place for meeting the 'everythingness' for knowing myself for receiving answers
March 23, 2018
fat girl does yoga, and other crazy shit
‘Deep breath in. Hands to heart centre.’ Coming to the edge of my mat feels like coming to the edge of myself. The surge of an […]
October 19, 2017
I being so near
The storm has passed through me. I being so near the ocean am subject to feeling abysmal the heavy body of dark water memories of the […]
October 12, 2017
she leapt
The spider drops leaping from point to point partnering with air each string a possibility a foundation endeavouring through repeated uncertain free falls to build her […]
October 5, 2017
half mast
Lately my flag is always flying at half mast Don’t draw me up until the world is right and whole. Don’t draw me up until the […]
September 26, 2017
chain. links.
Intentional her small hands moving across the chain links playing an instrument co-located to a wizened crow perched passively sensing together the sharp cold of dry […]