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Pictures of departeds sit with things made and collected by ancestors. Past treasures down to an antique clock that needs to be wound. The mechanics of friction and gravity eventually slow it all down. My grandmother laughing about restarting time as she wound one on the hearth.I once had a box of clock keys andContinue reading “Dusty Hearth”

Or I and I?The cosmic I that connects us.Where am I now?Where are you?Are you paying attention?Taking care of yourself?Taking care of each other?Taking care of your environment?Setting good intentions?Living the life you want for you and yours?Being strong in your truth yetopen to others’ truths?Living beyond your ancestors?Earthlings bleed red.Wake up.Breathe your best life.

Franz blue horses and foxesfronds and fauvesFragments. Foot soldiers and dragons. Climbing the bridges of each other’s bodies. Sideswipes from other pieces on the board. Kings, queens, and druids. Shoots and ladders haha. The roll of bones in a game cup. The tossing of a coin. Light as a feather. Fingers crossed and winking eye.

Guitar background on horsebackHey that’s….you know….That guy.The singer. And there’s…The other one. Wearing leather and boots.And hats. In the desert.What did they just say?Why are they just randomly shooting guns(and why are the commercials on TV so bad)?That guy… he’s the comic relief. The clown.The trickster. My favorite. He’s the one the movie is about.Continue reading ““Alias Anything You Please” *”

Bring me pollen and perfumeAnd I will stand strongInhaling deep electric between us…barely verging, almost apart,connected yet each whole,Knowing what we all share, andPanting while grounded in the earth’s magicAnd each other’s warmth.Rocking in rhythm when we whereever meet. I stood on a hill in a storm.Lightening so close I could smell it.Tingles on theContinue reading “Standing Strong”

(unfinished) When my dog chases his tail, he sometimes chews his own leg, sometimes while under the blankets. He’s a ball of growls and snapping noises. I suppose it’s some kind of dog yoga, to keep themselves limber when no one else wants to play. I see my 8 year old “puppy” slowly trying onContinue reading “How does a hedonist die?”

I took a class from a man who had fled Berlin at its pre-war height. I imagine what it had been like being a young, maybe queer, certainly brilliant, university student amongst the artists and cafes of Bauhaus and Gestalt. He was very learned in art and perception, and all the subtleties of the world.Continue reading “The Deep Privilege of Teachers”

November Triptych November Together Novembers, andTell me stories of your mother’s bone collection, feathers hanging in all the rafters, weeds drying on the clothesline, or gathering moss for a winter’s garden. Camping in frost or snow. Sometimes we’d tramp snow with snowshoes for a tentsite. If it was cold enough to freeze, it was importantContinue reading “November Triptych”

I know a lot of people who died too youngI know many who’ve lived long rich lives.Some people never wake up their whole lives(but some also never wonder).Some burn fast and brightIn All experience and potential,Sometimes then lost in a sigh or memory,Sometimes carried sacred through the ages,Wielded in power for the sheer joy ofContinue reading “Echoes Ghosts Leave”

The problem with paying it so far forward?I haven’t caught up to it yet. (Or maybe I paid in arrears?For past wrongs? Or someone else’s mistakes?) There, nested comfortably in parentheses,I rested. Breathing hard from the chase.