Friday, February 24, 2023

україни

this same sun 

this same sky 

these same stars 

shine at night 

how to make sense of a war we can't see or hear 

no circling bombs only clouds & birds 

here 

the same sun shines 

rising each day 

the same sky of blue 

lifts cares away 

may these stars guide all 

to rest & peace 

to those who seek respite & ease 

away from war 

away from fear 

away from homes they hold so dear 

towards better days 

towards open arms 

may it cease today ....  this unholy time 


one sun 

one sky 

one prayer unites 

one wish for all 

for peace tonight 


VI















this isn't about love
nor about the tracing of maps upon skin-streets 
not about needs wants
60 days
kisses
or the shape i found you in
it is the feel
of my body--this body striving to be all it can
bones of hand swollen and aching
reaching
struggling
learning
rebelling
skin becoming creped, freckled from age
not sun-kissed and peachy
as before
as before
bones thinning
remembering
refusing to listen 
heaviness
lingering
in hips waist thighs
heaviness
oh reckless youth
what i would trade for the effortless birthright of ease of movement
coltish awkwardness & strength
     and joy
i ache
from the grinding of bone upon bone
muscle against the gravity of the moon
and the space between where we are and where we want to be
held there by the tautness of your will

parts in June

 These parts sit in a yellow jar upon a wooden shelf next to an open window 

there is a elementary blue flower on the jar 

I don't really like yellow 

but there it is 

dust motes have settled around & on 

as

I don't open it anymore 

surrender is in there smelling of summer grass & garden soil 

under a gazebo at midnight 

also there is ecstasy 

and love 

I suppose 

though it is hard to separate that from the birds 


Tuesday, February 14, 2023

unfinished

 someday i will be a thing before 

a thing before the prairie grass 

before this fragile heart & skin took hold 

a thing before the feel of, the smell of spring waking 

someday i will be a thing before the years turn you tall & wise 

and i will be fire & light 


       striving to make a mark upon trees & spirit 

before the ribbon of night becomes brilliant 

someday I will be a thing before 



age of noticing

dew to dragon scale 

where once was possibility lies now the possible 

bearing witness to transformation 

subtle mighty curse 

shadows become familiars where once was light 

turbulence comes to tea daily 

bearing witness to love's champagne fire 

dew to dragon scale 



Monday, February 13, 2023

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of fire brimble, ghosts & dogs
to seek respite before the dawn
thick
grows regret from murky depths
rise from folds velvet sighs the breath
be quick!
fleeting we touch our shine
be quick!
the hawk will dive & dine
linen bones forgotten lore
solace echoes from the open door
what seeds may fall
what dreams may come
unbidden
hidden
become

of atmosphere gimlets, brambles & grace
passing cars--tempting fates
anger buried in knots pink & brined
next to heart's bruised crinoline
be quick!
sit sit sit
before the shrine
be quick!
cooper's hawk's forgotten valentines
moonlight lingers
day awaits
hyacinth green & crocus fingers
forbidden
forgiven
undone

be quick!
to what end this enterprise?
long the day--brief the night
viewed from this bended rhubarb light
why the hurry, why this press for time?
a fool's quickness love's secret rhyme
be still!
we have ten thousand years and a day
to hold the space
to steal fear's play
become
what seeds may fall
what dreams may come
meander thru the morning's hours
of lullaby bones & silver bowers
be still
sit
listen
await
await
we are sky's vast template
be still
no hurry
just allow
the breath the pace of here & now




Thursday, February 9, 2023

fortunate longing

tucked against the hollowness of this wind
i rest
easy and complete
without need of anything more than a trace of snow 
and the promise of cranes dancing upon this shallow winter river
tumbling smoothly east 
     some fractured quantum dream of spring 

this is what it feels like without you
hollow-cool 
marginally poetic 
    a scent of belonging 
    a song of river & wild 
a promise of .....