Sunday, April 28, 2013
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
the density of April
somedays, legs dangle blue-bare over edges worn & tempting
skin that looks parched of tenderness and youth
not my own ....
bones broken
and
breadcrumbed to the precipice
with some wild half-remembered call to
rest
there .... legs dangle
inadequacy tugs
at
expectation & light
the pull to slide off ....
slide
off ......
surrender to the white weariness
is
bitterroot magnetic ....
tastes of
lime
and
brick
slide .....
arms stretched overhead to gods & birds
slide ....
the dust of days breezed & swept away by the rushing downward fact of gravity tested as the slide is remembered and that decision turned to whimsies regret
eyes closed mason-jar-tight against impact
lime and brick and air and falling
lime and brick and air and falling
eyes
open
to
warmth
and
the
feathered forgiveness of the sun
Friday, April 19, 2013
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Boreas
velvet-elvis parting
to the accompaniment of cellos & a north wind . . .
feathered things roost amongst snow & cedar
as curly-willow-green begs for mercy
feel the rip of hours
feel the walls of isolation
and
regret no more
sorrow lies in the hollowed & hallowed places
sun will come
the binding forgiveness of fear will follow
sun
will
come . . .
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
rift
who are you
to erase all lines of definition, presence & form ?
how dare you !
is this working ?
is it easy ?
there is no sign here ...
no trace
invisibility is your camouflage
no bread crumb trail thru the woods
no cosmic footprint in the ether
no blue-ribboned bows upon branches marking the trail
no movement thru the world
merely the memory-foam-imprint lingering on skin
the haunting there within my limbic system
the pulse & heat that lies within my marrow
is this a move of strength or fear ?
if you resided in the fullness of will & love
would you circle the wagons so tightly . . .
wouldn't you crave the space between for the light & love to pour out ?
i do
wouldn't you be boldly eager to ride out
wrapped in the courage & fierce righteousness of your path ?
i am boldly eager . . .
while in your ancient-retreat i smell regret & weakness
limited bravado, fear of discovery
and an echo of the sureness ...
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
of a kind
The wounded and the grappling ones
Meet upon fields of scar tissue
Weary & recognizable
Our fractures form equations of perfection
Balanced in Aquarian algorithms
With holes burned in the fabric of our masks . . .
We twitch with a sensitivity to
the sun and the salt
Awareness numbed into compliance & assumption
Collective memories collide & are quieted by
the touch of a hand,
The twinkled depth of eyes sure & fired by
blood & snow
As one, we catch the beat of a thousand spring wings
Turning our truth up to the
blueness and the feathered gray
We catch the scent of earth & passion . . .and
Step closer to the knowing
Meet upon fields of scar tissue
Weary & recognizable
Our fractures form equations of perfection
Balanced in Aquarian algorithms
With holes burned in the fabric of our masks . . .
We twitch with a sensitivity to
the sun and the salt
Awareness numbed into compliance & assumption
Collective memories collide & are quieted by
the touch of a hand,
The twinkled depth of eyes sure & fired by
blood & snow
As one, we catch the beat of a thousand spring wings
Turning our truth up to the
blueness and the feathered gray
We catch the scent of earth & passion . . .and
Step closer to the knowing
Sunday, April 7, 2013
All The Lonely People ...
A new anthology …. a visit into worlds wrapped in the poignancy & intent of knowing, lies inside the ethereal pages of
Plum Tree Books newest Anthology : All The Lonely People
It is sometimes our stories of loneliness that make us feel distinct & solitary, yet these same stories unite us in understanding.
This is a truly stunning & comprehensive work I am thrilled beyond words to be included in, and humbled by the fierce talent & presence of so many gifted souls ….
Please, step closer … take a look
Discover parts of yourself tucked inside ….
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
April 1st
what is relevant ?
... is the creaking sound this old wood floor makes as i walk across it in my stocking feet any less or more relevant than the song of the cardinal outside the bedroom window ?
the curled brown leaf on the porcelain berry vine trembles from lack of relevancy just as the shine of the sun trembles upon the book shelf.
Kipling stands next to Milne which is by St .Expurѐy ; is one better than the other ?
dust settles upon them all .
the dogs sleep in quiet irrelevance to this startling april blue sky and yet, the same april blue sky plays no role in any sorrow or loneliness found under it's care.
the curly willow is turning green, relevant only to itself , irrelevant to the play of shadows across the yard and the before-mentioned sleeping dogs.
we punch & crawl, pacing ourselves thru the days fighting & striving for relevance.
to be noticed, to be heard, to matter, to be .
yet perhaps it is in the acceptance of insignificance that stillness & grace are revealed
and in letting go, true relevance is at last found.
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