Category: Poetry


  I am a creature of freedom— a creature of freedom. Freedom is tricky. Some days like— mind beats, judgement calls, unsound spectacles unsheathing my soul in sub rosa places only I can see (but boy do I feel). Some days, more like— crawling away hand over hand grubby knees scoot across dust. All the esoteric giggles become covert, stealthy, tainted by criminality.

Deep Black Silk

  I doze with the lights on, curled up on marble tile next to my hanging laundry. I see my world for what it is— too tired to be so normal. Wafts of lavender greet me gaily and I air myself out on the tile floor. With my ear, like this,

Sunlight Spotlight

  Seagulls sound like happy goats and naked babies tickle toes in the water; the first day of spring in the bones is a good day indeed for a picnic with my bare knees. The duck, with feathers slicked from quick dips looks smooth and skilled like a snake, in the water. I perch on my rock ledge wearing my wild hair listening to … Read More Sunlight Spotlight


How peculiar to be so water proof. Like eating a sandwich with only the hands; so much easier than knife and fork, than rain coat umbrella- I’ll just get messy use the restroom hand dryer. These rules we make for not ourselves. Actually I don’t recall making the rules at all.

Evanescent Holiness

  I’m riding light etched far above my shadows casting brilliant stark on a smooth grass plain the sun is strong the sun is holy holiness is all around me. I taste it— touch it, brush it, holiness snuggles against me tucks my hair behind one ear.

For Now

  It’s a bottle of wine and a glass of stars— and my heart beat beats like you wouldn’t believe. The wind, she rustles my tresses but solicits no favors; she gathers me up and dip dives down in the valleys of tree tops and tumbled down ran-shacks the very kind I can empathize with.


  Soon the cold water will feel warm. Soon I’ll feel it was always warm. My quest is to foretell the future but to stay insane— very much insane. Momentous inertia reaches fragile ears and I’m finding : I regret nothing.


  I rest with the little waves. My feet are sore and feeling heavy a happy heavy, an earned heavy, these waves have traveled a lifetime. We surge together, side by side blood flushes with the swelling tide then down, back down, down for both our sakes’. We ebb and flow and contemplate magnitude, hand in hand, soul in soul with softened gazes a … Read More Magnitude


Sometimes I Notice

  All these people— with their knees, with their bright sweaters with their matching jackets— can we really have the same destination? Sometimes I work and sometimes I watch the people walk by the windows— the work gets done without me. We capitalize much on the clockworks. I house bone, not steel my flesh is living, circulating I see yours, the same. We circulate … Read More Sometimes I Notice


Monkey Mind

  Spending some time in deep introspection in this eternal mind of mine— spending some time with those minions in my bright mind. It’s evervescent and tropical in here sweaty and humid we do work and call ourselves holy. These spirits of sensation, they trigger memories and pointer figures to approach and discern— there is holiness indeed untampered with, misunderstood, as to be expected.


The World takes me with it

  The forest smells like peppermint and wraps me inside its Christmas hug; are those clouds? or the sea?— Does it matter? The world spins and I spend so much effort dashing the other way. Frantic flailing sort of running the kind that finds me farther back from whence I came.


Swan Song

  Fifty times over, the swan sings soft– and I, through the garden, lay not a finger, but dance quiet. The swan and I stare— and swear the flowers look taller by the hour.