Tuesday, October 29, 2013

moon in virgo

Standing on the front porch, I can smell it . .
the smell of leaves burning !
I step outside
fall to the sidewalk of 1974 :
leaves are burning . .
very close
hazing the neighborhood & the moon with presence
joy pours into me from fires expectation
and the rush of a kiss
life & love rustle with crisp forgiveness
14 feels like this ; tight & wild
organic & open
leaves are burning. . .
very near
around the corner
in cornfields & cartwheels
catapulting innocence closer to the edge
twigs snap from the weight of
this story, this moment
caught in the tendrils of leaves smoke
rising ....
to circle a moon lodged between the branches
of who I thought I was
who I have become
leaves burning me home ...


A Price paid
twisted & wrung from the marrow
measured, in part,
by sorrow & loneliness
no regret
no risk too great
intimacy gathered in hours weaved
in ease & knowing
holding you i touched your face & knew how to let go and yet hold fast
your fragility & sacrifice have been weighed
your strength is daunting & wired with the precision of gods
as breeze turns to wind
under my hands the dry tired grass is cool, sticky
while the earth beneath remains warm & moist
as i dig for a balance
laying down in a paint-box of autumn
forgiveness nests around us
nests . . shifting, moving
leaves falling
part & parcel
you take my hand & bring it to your lips. . . inhaling deeply the fire of this season
the burn of earth, desire & green-growing things
open & fearless
you take my hand
leaves falling
falling fast & thick
and with every leaf the hole is pierced by sweetness
cutting with gamboge sharpness & some half-remembered giddiness
childish, innocent in it's ease
. .  oh wait . . .
It is joy
joy speckled pumpkin-vermillion & chestnut
shards of electric fire-joy shoot thru that marrow, thru the skin that is melting into october's grass
riding that wind into saffron-surrender
holding on
feeling every scar, every toll extracted
hands crunching this canvas
holding fast as warm phoenixed musk-brilliance rises
pressed into skin naked & pearl-hot chilled
open & fearless
filled  . . .

Tuesday, October 22, 2013


Skin and darkness
bodies learned and whisper-amazed
self is not a word here; as each need & wish is tendered
offered up . . .
to give & receive with equal weight & treasure
sureness is spoken in velvet tender loops of blue
willing and pulled to the edge of some
wild & primitive bourbon shore
skin hot . . melted
a thousand kisses deep
ancient of seasons change and
an electric borealis
we smell of snow and peanut butter
skin and darkness

Saturday, October 19, 2013

hymn to midnight o'clock

     Dear particles of stardust, train rumblings and the low drone churn of car exhaust as it moves back and forth on a night remarkably chilly and tasting of every clear mercury-autumn night for the last thousand years, Dear air that I breathe, I have for too long focused on the order and the line of things, the right of things, the rhyme of things, I have listened to good music, but ignored the secret quiet beating of my own heart, I have watched the work of others, the dance of others while silencing my own feet, taking my own desire to leap into the prism'd waters for granted, I have tempered my territory believing I am only just so capable, I have apologized for getting things wrong and for being too too human when really really I am an enchanted being with wings strong enough, legs swift enough, and heart soft enough to carry the combined weight of wings and wonder to 138 million miles above the whispered leaves of the curly willow outside my window, Dear bones I will push you into years of morning sun dappling the landscape of plains and prairie to rest a little, lean a little and carry the folding fragility of this moment, this moment bigger,  truer - becoming golden.   

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

first hard frost

Layers of train song and
cosmic dust roll out into the night
Singing of restless ease and the weight of the day
Weariness has taken a room in my bones
left the bathroom light on & lost the remote
Revolution lies in the stars, in the stones and folded into the cherry pie crust
Blossom holds the day and counts it complete
Come tether me to mercury and jump the Leo moon
Blue iced ribbons adorn my desire as I struggle to float
and if I think hard enough  . . .
Wish strong enough
Hold on loosely enough while
wrapping you
Autumn's cashmere, Turkish delight, Kipling's words
and the fluffiest feather-down of one o'clock in the morning mingled with the faintest waftings of honeyed-sugar-cookie-sex ...
you will come

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

tacitly .....

.. on her back flat and still between the cool sheets staring up at the ceiling fan and the ceiling painted  grass green ...... thoughts spinning round & round and it was like spinning round & round the way she used to do when she was young, upon her back, staring up through the trees to the clouds. she could not focus or stop. stop & hold onto a thought for very long. she watched things blur past while now and then a blinding bright light flickered like the sun thru the leaves. she saw the river as luminous ribbons weaving amongst the tall golden grass and a face stoically masked with intense laughing dark eyes and he was asking her how much she was willing to risk.
patterns of moonlight on blue snow
a doe with 3 fawn wading across a creek bed, her mother's legs starkly tan, crossed beneath an orange sun-dress, the full-length sensation of prickly grass underneath her as she lay imagining a tender miniature world there in the roots & earth .... all of it floating by random & transparent. the smell of her baby pristine skin and the peach-fuzz feel of his hair against her lips, smells of tabu blended with cigarettes and pine. these dangling stirrings would not hold still and be counted 

the textured fabric on the palm of her hand from the sofa as she lay there letting him taste her ,,,, and a surprising
bolt of thunder and lightening as it played outside the window, allowing his voice back in to infiltrate her bones & fear, fleeting gusts of electric sexuality. his weight upon her hand
slipped underneath his thigh in his car..... the sudden blade of pain, sharp & resolute making it's home nestled in the bones & sinews of her soul.
welcome pain
the kiss, the taste of him a swirl of honey & heat, his hands.
vivid and distinct - each memory encased in gossamer yet rendered in wire and bound up with a fragile reflection that resembled the configuration & rhythm of heart

Saturday, October 12, 2013

thinking 11:11

i am sometimes surprised
at the softness of my skin
certain places contain no trace of solar flares and breathing
merely the rise and fall of weather systems over the prairie
a certain give … and take
nubile hardley seems the word
yet ...
there is a timeless cadence in the sensation of need
though my hand lacks the rough mastered determination of yours
… so
i smile
and turn to the sun 

Wednesday, October 9, 2013


What is it that attracts ?
that pulling together of fragments :
moths to flame
hands to hearts
ink to page 
polarized metal
butter to knives ...
skin to skin
eyes to the garden of possibility tetthered 
aubergine rye-whiskey dreams
the torn edges of leather coats
childhood gardens
a myriad of particles collide in recogniton of 
something shared ….
something desired ….
gestures seem innocous
thrown down as carmine on leaves 
and borealis wounds 
a minutiae of fluttered moments hanging breathless
the plethora of pleasure gleamed in the capture 
intellect to intention 
light to shadow
close to open 
wings to weather 

magnectic north 
lies in the curve 
of you 

Saturday, October 5, 2013

waxing crescent in scorpio

Sliver of moon
evening falls
and it carries upon it the barest chill & screech owl song
fleeting dusk it is ....
removing us from the coarse, narrow existence of our day
allowing us to
breath and release
to feel
to give
to be
the chill settles about the what remains of green-growing-things
and the ivory blossom of knowing
wait for me ...
just beyond that curious twisted tree
as i am meant to hold that hand
& tender your worries
slow your pace and
as i once found the strength & ability
to wait for you
and then we'll dance . . . .