Oct
11
2023

and deep dark
late night lists
of the ways we are all
just a little bit
broken
and the revelation
that all we can do
is open our arms
our minds
our fear closed
scared scarred
sacred
hearts
and face the sun
one more time
one more day
one more moment
today
today
today
and love
that’s
all there is
ever
not forever
just this
minefield mountain
of now
the present
of presence
and these shard blue
sheltering smithereens
of moving sky
…
no comments | posted in 2023, finding my way home, poetry in motion, the healing, words to live by
Oct
3
2023

…
like the gathering jay
landing indigo dark
at this goodbye leaves fly sky
waving summer’s
last muleta
…
and this hollow black horizon
fielding landings
for cold flight frenzy bright geese
holding court
in a flurry of age
…
and you treading merlin’s tall night
through a landmine
of lost forest season
no frame can contain
or define
…
and the brink of soft light
through these brittle bone trees
of tender sight not quite description
guiding current the truest
way home
…
listen here
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Sep
27
2023

it’s dawn
and the mockingbird
is spinning
suddenly i want
to fly again
straight off the ends
of this square peg earth
into the winding path
of freedom’s glee
burrow deep into the heart
of day-blind skunk
and know the strength
that builds red bricks
from beasts of prey
ripple down
across the shoulder
of this rolled-boulder current
pounded smooth against
a blanket of doused flame
no longer
broken
but
broken open
open
and mirrored
plain
yet again
i climbed a mountain to return a heart-shaped rock,
walked a forest and forgave the past of everything,
broke a leg and knitted living back together,
skirted vulture cliffs and jumped only with my smile,
buried crack-lipped hallelujahs beneath the twisted tree of pain
it’s morning
and the mockingbird
is singing
. . . . .
1 comment | posted in 2023, howl, my forest is filled with words, poetry in motion, the healing
May
19
2023

in that hole in my heart
(you know the one)
left behind in the wake
of a wave
core scoured clean
scored by sand
and detritus
scars scratched
into every blind surface
echo etchings
scratched
into permanent
reminder
water always runs
to the lost lowest point
filling crack and crevice
with surface reflection
magnifying truth
and creating mirage
in the desert
of dutiful
destruction
2 comments | posted in 2023, howl, poetry in motion, the healing, this is my life
Apr
1
2023

the way it all shifts
when you learn
to walk through
rather than running
astray
the way trust
is a shell
balanced on backs
until we outgrow
the idea
the way a heart
always knows
its measure of weight
and its own
constellation of scars
the way hope
is not hollow
and just holding on
is more fragile
than strength to let go
.
.
listen here
no comments | posted in 2023, howl, poetry in motion, solo artist
Mar
22
2023

these days
my time is turned
paying tribute
to lives lost
or never realized
dreams
a heart wove
as you
shoveled sand
into hourglass
of promise
and empty
all the while
pretending
not to notice
the mountain
you were melting
and mostly
it’s all just air
resting ripe in a bowl
far too damaged
for kintsugi
rift-silent and
hover proud
waiting
[still]
and open
always open
for repair
.
.
listen here
no comments | posted in 2023, poetry in motion, solo artist, the healing, what keeps me up at night
Mar
17
2023

i’ve got all these pieces
shard sharp and jagged edged
heart blood dark
and silence hole
splayed across
this worn wood floor
tracing steps and trapped pretension
as it all rolls uphill
sideways
mirror mirror
pasted smile
fallen glimpses in the corner of reflection
shape shifting
loose oil carnage
and the dream I had
before
our room filled with smoke
my mind-body
shaking us both awake
certain there was fire
i still see the haze each midnight
floating right
above the quilt
i bought
to shelter the you
(or me)
i can never quite
remember
.
listen here:
no comments | posted in 2023, howl, poetry in motion, what keeps me up at night
Dec
30
2022

into the bedroom
burrow deep into a dream
reminisce with my lost dark side
build long bridges to the past
wander boldly through a labyrinth
of strange rooms
i may redecorate
one corner of my psyche
add some art, fresh journals,
a book on the sibilance of silence
paint a sunrise in each window
moon hung high upon one wall
weave flowers through each door frame
music breathing from the floor
fix tea and toast and nectarines
for every endless meal
watch swallows flitting in and out
bits of sky caught in their tails
think i’ll move
into the bedroom
burrow deep
into a dream
float through brief moments of survival
built on colors from a stream
::
no comments | posted in 2022, poetry in motion, solo artist, the healing, the language of flowers, what keeps me up at night
Nov
17
2022

of cold
spinning deep down orders
to watch and warble and
listen
the way you stand there, alone, in a memory
of sanctitude
as if
as if
as is
forgiveness is the penny with no shine
worth next to nothing ’til you save it up
build a bright copper mountain
watch sleet coat the north
with patina
so much patience, required
this bold gift of living
inhale
over there, the beast just keeps rising
sun-gold and heat brittle branches
painting red a beginner’s horizon
luck is the path,
compass forbidden
embark, unmoored
stand frozen,
arrested
these clouds all smell
of winter
exhale
…
1 comment | posted in 2022, howl, poetry in motion, what keeps me up at night
Nov
6
2022

and i carried silence
limbs crashed as everyone watched
gladiator gold and cold blue judgment
but it tell you, i buried the seeds.
tending was a way of life
and you left me to it
watering
feeding
trimming fat
from bone
it’s not the burnished quiet
that destroys me
it’s the wind echo
petrified singing
cracking hope clear through
those
ring-counted hard-growth years
the sunset stays the same
holding space for another
tomorrow.
all i want is the gift
of a bare sapling
backlit
horizon
…
no comments | posted in 2022, howl, my forest is filled with words, poetry in motion, solo artist