Choking wordsCold, claggy at the back of the throatCoating all with the would-be eloquence of the web-walled volubility evinced by madmen and poetsA magpie mind chattering half-recognized associations illuminated by dustAnd the half-eclipsed silvering of a howling moonHowling, head-shaking cries, syllable-veined and shatteringI long to illume life in the darkness of a hand clasp, a … Continue reading Sap Rising →

Beatific, you greet us In all your seasons, richly enrobed in splendors Cloaking us at dusk, kissed rosy hued as Sun departs Washing all in silver with the bright eyed majesty of Moon's light Reaching forth, ennobled, pearlescent with the dawn I sense your many moods in the tones of your silence A thousand thousand … Continue reading Sky →

I have made myself small Hiding, cringing inward Still, I hear you Fingers of light teasing gently at the edges of the world I allowed myself Peaking out behind flinching eyes Enraptured in you, tendrils of wind ruffle the feathering of wings Launching, power in the joy that springs from my lips As storms rage, cleansing … Continue reading Wingless One →

Words tumble out in random orderTones flat, colored by pain and fatigueWorld as mirror, leaden and grey,Diffusely menacing.I am striving, clawing, screaming soundlessTo achieve,To keep moving,To not lie down and sink into nothingness,Watching this strange puppeteer within, choking on tears and jagged thoughts.Glutted with it, infectious, lost.I know this place, it's denizens, it's truthsThis wild … Continue reading Recursive →

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 →