my capacious heart
(open)
full moon setting at dawn
my capricious heart
(following)
leaves swirling in cold wind
my tenacious heart
(wounded)
embracing a chameleon sky
Overhead a moment ago at the kitchen table, where my 5 year-old is working on a puzzle with a friend, “You know what this is going so fast? Because we are working on it together. It’s easier that way.” Indeed.
I adore this woman so much. She is my current elder that I listen to and learn from as I work on my own elderhood. While it’s true that everything she says are things I practice and know, it’s wonderful to have the affirmation. I have often ignored hateful behavior in favor of “seeing the…
in bed with thoughts of pleasure dripping deep inside lusting for morning coffee
how silly of me to think you might come perhaps if i told you it involved my head and a gun i just want you to be here for the celebrations you just want to be here for the pain how silly of me to think you might call me perhaps if I told you…
A spoken word piece that I wrote for a performance poetry class at Freehold. A smattering of what I find holy. Here’s the text if you like that sort of thing: Holy is the heart-shaped divet at the top of a mountain in New Mexico and the snowflakes that let me see its outline. That…
there was the music and the word play (and the laughter) there was the cat toy with the feathers (and how it came to life) there was the teasing and the falling into (and your sleepy eyes) there was the offer and the play (and the kisses) and now… i can’t stop smiling thank you…