playdate haiku
red lint in my hair
googleplex hours of talking
a bruise on my lip
red lint in my hair
googleplex hours of talking
a bruise on my lip
snip snip snip cutting ties that have bound and cut off the circulation to my heart stich stich stich stiching and weaving the love that is close more firmly and deeply into my life snip to the fantasies snip to button eyes snip to deception stiching care and love stiching co-creation stiching radical honesty no…
This morning, I led my second writing workshop at a local homeless shelter. Before I arrived, I chose the following prompt: In the silence I understand… We do 20 minutes of free writing and then share. I found it interesting that one of the women I was working with could hear but didn’t speak. I…
(it began and ended with super heroes) sweetness of night cold and clear the lights of the city and the telling of stories massaging out the knots mutuality (the light is nearly at its climax now) rain-soaked honeysuckle blossoms on bare skin in the morning veneration and passion (and the burgeoning fear) “In brightest day,…
You need to become a pen in the Sun’s hand. We need for the earth to sing Through our pores and eyes. The body will again become restless Until your soul paints all its beauty Upon the sky. ~Hafiz Paint it today, lovely one. I want to see it.
fear is an animated nightmare love is truth and beauty fear is projected reality love is caring connection fear is clinging and grasping love is surrender and faith fear is a self-fulfilling prophecy love is an answered prayer
Shiva and Shakti lime whiskey laced with laughter sing transformation