I am learning how to cry alone better. Growing a capacity to be moved by life. Spirited cells, bones, limbs. Flight of soulful desperation. * Circular revelations as sound breaks …
Being Human poetryStandard of Beauty
Being Human poetry RitualTiny Monuments
A thirteenth moon rose and set. We communed more intimately a day later from a cemetery I knew as a child. Burial ground of those taken by wars I had …
Being Human poetryCircle Sister
Where could you be dearest one? How far have you gone. Home calls. Hearts call. * The dance of Tara is for you. Moving prayers all for you. Protection and …
Being Human poetryDark Moon
Twig by twig No other way to labor Building a nest, a community, an ancestry * No other way to understand Truth of the cosmic realm As a love that …
Being Human poetryCover
Underneath this cap is an unfolding. A rhythmicity so inherent in aliveness, a magnificent depth found within my own biology. * The existence that happens between bird calls and intensity …
Amazing Grace
Amazing grace, How Sweet the sound. That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now am found. T’was blind but now I see. Was blind, but now …
Immersion
Steeping in the warm fire of the sun. Basking in the essence of fortitude, illumination, and an indiscriminate blessing. * Resonant with the biological rhythm of the birds whose song …
Butterfly’s Trail
A windsong makes an invitation, so the grasses may cry. * Landscape closer to Winter yet green leaves push through soft Earth. My father does not appear in these fresh …
Today Means This
Grammy would have been 96 years old today. Almost eight years of remembering my maternal grandmother with so much sentiment and often yearning. When I was about six years of …
time and time again
To come upon a sliver of light in the quiet dark revealing a beautiful pain. Between two ears I hear my mother heart. It beats like a river. Rushing, …