Tally of Broken Beds

(picture of broken bed) My antique childhood bed.Previously taken by a spinster relativeTo teacher’s college.Wooden and spindly, I broke its rungsAccidentallyWhile throwing a footballInto a pillowWhile pretending to be a quarterback.I’d later break the window above it, too.Same window I’d open to smoke or burn smudge. It overlooked a freeway and factories, railroads, other yards,Continue reading “Tally of Broken Beds”

Folding Steel

Imagine making liquid metalForging into form,Folded and hammered hot,Plunging molten into waterHardening off,Fanning flames and beginning again. Who thought of burning stoneUntil it changed form?How different from sand intoFragile glass, yetWho believed enoughTo look at sandAnd render it transparent?Or did we learn from lightningAnd forests on fire? Raw from the origins in the earth,Crafted intoContinue reading “Folding Steel”

Tricksters and sacred clowns

Sometimes the wisest thing to do is laughThe bumps you encounterThe times you tripHard lessons sometimes come inSmall surprise packages.Relax into itTuck and roll. Coyotes and crows,Buddha on the pathMudmen and heyokaKrampus, Pan, fauns, satyrs,All the horneds and frolickers,The shapeshifters,Troublemakers and magiciansNetsuke and twists in tree rootsSacred bundles and smokeRavens’ cachesFetishes and kachinasMeridians and doorwaysBorderlands,Continue reading “Tricksters and sacred clowns”

How to handle the welcoming of a new world

Today or tomorrowAlone or by many,Conscious or not,Edgy or dullIt’s comingWhere “I” meet something biggerAnd eventually transformSaying goodbye to everythingI knew and amTo hopefully know it allFor at least a glimpse. It’s been staring at you for a while(Your whole life unnoticed)And now it smilesRecognizing youAs you enter formlessBack from where you cameBut don’t reallyContinue reading “How to handle the welcoming of a new world”

Miles deep, the chasm

To feel bigger, caste a long shadowOr look the other ways.Collect yourself with othersOr fill the space like lightInto any edges you reach.The perfect wordsDisappearedAs I opened my eyesRefusing to return.I doubted I had everBeen before:Considered excessOr not enough,Needing stillnessTo feel whole.Will any of us catch upTo the potential we feel?Isn’t that the point?I imagineContinue reading “Miles deep, the chasm”

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