Tuesday, December 31, 2013


sometimes ....
when one is not looking,
not paying close enough attention
a shift occurs
a shift in the earth beneath your feet
a shift in the focus & light gleaning into the circus kaleidoscope
the colors mute and bleed, leaving one
less full
shapes can not be determined, purple becomes blue becomes green becomes
over the events that could crash about one in puddles & shards of emptiness
the fog rolls in cold & hollow - veiling the light
the indigo bubbles fail to rise and your soul is left
in a labyrinth of regret & desire
circling as a thin, grey wolf would
hunt: solitary & famished
how does one keep striving in the shift
how does one believe in the power of .... love
darkness aches for the wound in the soul
and yet .....
there is a smell ....
earth & moistness
something alive and new ....
really ?
or is it merely another trick of the kaleidoscope
shake it


close your eyes and listen ....

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

raise. it . up.

if only we could take the words we fall to ....
words of disbelief
to words of prayer & light
weave them into a celestial net of comfort & right
weave them tightly to silver moon hope
december's stars . . .
until we are lifted tenderly to a place of better
held closer to truth
to illuminated love


Why do we scourge ourselves for our humanness ?
For crimes real, temporal or imagined frailty ?
For silly weakness or our tender bruising
. . . for being in the wrong place at the wrong time
Or perceptions tainted & unsure
When do we let go and recognize
The toll was happiness
Happiness in all it's glory & divinity
When do we step up & fight
The missing part
The burst of right
The spot of turquoise light
Our cracks and fractures shift & part
As our broken bones & souls take flight
. . there all along apparent or veiled
There all along .
We are whole & complete
Every choice cuts to bone
So trust in your heart
And find your way home

Friday, December 20, 2013

a piece of sky

Oh December's bite & sting
landing upon skin diamond-white from autumn's clouds
scarlet-berry-blush flaring to the snap & blast of crystals falling
it is cold
wind strips the corners of tethered ponies & possibility
linen becomes the sky becomes surfaces left exposed to elements harsh & unforgiving
fold inside & fold & fold & fold again to discover . . .
capable wholeness / fragility tendered to the ice
peace on earth
bliss to beasts
warmth of heart
to all ...  

Wednesday, December 18, 2013


I will be a 72 degree day at 3 o'clock in October
Lying against you like Levi 501's
With one oval warm spot on the back of your right thigh where my hand fits
Underneath your leg
I will be sunshine warmly speckled & brilliant on the weathered wood floor
As wind whips & shimmers the maple outside
I will be a bike ride sleek & silent ...
  beating back the wind like a 13 year old superhero named Lilly Alabaster
I am music coming from around the corner, down the hall . .
Music that hits the sternum,
Scooping straight to the heart and reaching down, down
  and grabbing a hold of
your core,
your sex.
always music . . . .
I will be sheets cotton-cool-crisp that toss & invite
  and I will be rain pounding, pounding down intense & grey
With a thunder-green growing scent rising. . .
I will not for one minute forget the sureness of an embrace or the roller coaster ride promised
  or the wonderland of this path
Nor, will i demand maple syrup on a July night as
Monarch Butterflies find home
In December :
I am the gypsy-child-joy found in hot chocolate,
  wool mittens & rosy-cheek-snow-fort-building
The gingersnap of a winter walk
Iridescent and
Glimmered . . pearly-blue
Magic & timeless - I am the view looking up thru Christmas tree lights from the floor
And at seven degrees below, I am flannel-sheet-surrender
Fuzzy & plush like new white socks. . .
  surrender's silence & warmth -
Outlined, pulled, scored, tucked & wrapped
Defined. . . .