There are times I am the mighty stranger reaching through the darkness Atremble with memories living in every sinew Culmination of a thousand pauses, a thousand thousand times that hurt followed in that dark For years we called them demons Parroted popular advice to love them, let them be your friend As though it were … Continue reading Giant →

The question echoes Paralyzing in the intensity of its demand Caught in desperation to have the final fear answered Yearning still to be undelineated, a word constantly writing itself anew Tasting the truth of myself with each exhalation stirring the weave Changing patterns of warp and weft If we are but narratives moving across the … Continue reading What is asked of us →

Labels are just other words, turning ourselves from verbs into nouns Heedless we scratch boundaries in our dirt This is me, this one not me, this one mine but you, you are over there and left haunted You cannot be part of who I am in your raw edged honesty, dripping blood on my clean … Continue reading Independence →

Wind tears the soul speaking from my lipsLaden with a roaring silence, leaden yet vigilantThe heart race quivering stillness of watched and watcherBleeding the thick black viscosity of loss and grief and a rage too weary to carry itself one step fartherStanding firm in the onslaught is not the way of the wild thingThis storm … Continue reading Hungry →

Moving across the face of the world as across the face of my own lifeI become aware of the wildflowers within the exuberance at the cracks of my being a topography embodied in the tension between profusion and constraint that which sustains can at once corrode a metaphor of growth taken so far as to … Continue reading Wildflowers →

It is a flavor flooding my sensesEvery aspect of my being suddenly alertTantalized by longing for something seeming always just out of reachIt is tension in the body, that deeply inhaled moment of potential kenesisQuivering through every inchAs I tremble standing, kneeling, arms upraised, pouring offering, pouring out myselfA vessel full to bursting with terror … Continue reading Preliminaries →

A wasteland of words saying nothingTension a live wire tracing paths of rage and despairEchoed screams batter consciousnessChoking bile in a throat gone dryWe are soiled, sold our complicity feeding powerSick quivering shame and lust and horror churn in hungering belliesWe pour tainted water on our wounds and call it healing Do not cast stones … Continue reading Beltane, 2019 →

I have never been a child, to believe in happy endingsKnowing the grim truth of faery tales too well and too earlyKnowing that the dragon that most needs killing is sometimes yourselfI know not what to make of thisI know not what I amTrudging along in stubborn futility or venturing bravely forth into a new … Continue reading Splice →

In the teeth of the storm I stand, gutted It is as though some monstrous hand reached in and scraped me clean, meticulous Impersonal  Licking each delicious drop with a smile, wetly red and charming I am bereft The winds play me like some melancholy chime  Whistling through the new crevasses of my shattering There … Continue reading Diagnosis →

There is a fireClean burning in the fuel of myself, the songs of scorching nerves and sizzling skin tantalizingSiren-like the smoke stirs, embracingThe flavors intoxicating as I inhale the earthy tang and musk of living breathing realityThe cool breezes of clarity and salt sea blood of life and birth and deathThe skin peels back from … Continue reading Enkindled →