drinking the darkness dancing upon ground that pound bruises into souls to heal- powerful the rhythm pulls the cords of my current moving- the vibrations of soil, bloodstreams, heartbeats, breath steam third eye root note the web tactile the heat and air and sweat and earth blaze into soles and my soul sings out thisContinue reading “bruised soles”
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Bicycling the Root River trail
Summer rain gracedthe kind to catchin awestruck mouth. To run in as a child would.The rain falls upon my hair, face, shoulders and sweeps me into open breeze speed.Divination of the crows echothe prophetic percussion of raindrops through the tree canopyon sojourn to the twisting Root River.I halt, exhale the ecstasy of my bicycle’s speed.RaindropsContinue reading “Bicycling the Root River trail”
Holy Land
Bridges are flooded. Moonlight cast into darkness. Passing- some will see death, lying in surrender, begging for footsteps. The pacifist is dreaming in this moonlight weaving funeral blankets from hemp cord, eating organic hummus. The soldier searches for a way to get back to his waking nightmare, to soothe the violent mind like calendula balmContinue reading “Holy Land”
a moment
She stands, patiently waiting to ask me if I got a cup of coffee The morning cold around me, and I am not paying attention to my mother, in slippers Standing outside in the rain wondering if I have everything I need.
estrus
I’m ovulating. Firm quick pressing of lips- leave me between heart and primal majesty demanding longer pressings. I wonder if the rise and fall of breath looks like tidal approach when I feel the crest swell.
Night Burial
Sediment falls the valley consumes what is released into her breast, & tributary veins.I sluff away dead skin and the sweat of hard work-trying to purge today’s hard feelings. Always the strain to be kinder.Do I risk misleading the heart,simply by being heartfelt?Yes, yes, I understand, love.Do you need the reassurance? -from the lips ofContinue reading “Night Burial”
girls voices on the answering machine
Girls voices on the answering machine.Women whom I do not know speak to you. Like a monk vowing silence,you become grossly abstinentwith your words. You know I have no uneasewith the voices. The way your life is yours,not mine. And it drives you crazy- cause you defy communicationbut I should be an exposé like thatContinue reading “girls voices on the answering machine”
the simple & divine
What a clear feeling of beauty I awaken to: the music the simple community of the night the redolent spring air.The occasional drop of holy water shook upon our skin from the clouds above.The blaze and burn of the fireside- the way everyone talks slowly, sparsely, hushed.Making sure to dedicate attention to theContinue reading “the simple & divine”
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