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 the barriers between hearts. * Lightning a compelling standard of…

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 learned about in school. A place I tried smoking cigarettes…

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 compassion Your food. * Sister moon is guiding. How we…

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 resides within us all * Birdsongs that call Back from…

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 of machinery. Channels of loveliness woven within the webs of…

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 I see. A sensitive energy came with me into this…

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 will arise, and whose flight will just happen. * Hushed…

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 shoots or within the red bird that has been following…

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 age I was afraid to tell this powerful woman that…

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, as it was created to do.   How her surviving…