Saturday, June 21, 2014

prickles of mist

summer solstice—
prickles of mist
dissolving
the old ghosts 
inside my skin


      ~The Bamboo Hut 1:1, August 2013


passing strangers
on a rain-drenched road
we turn back 
to ask their stories
. . . finding only mist


    ~Tinywords 14.1, May 2, 2014






Friday, June 13, 2014

Deep River



I listen
for the sound of water 
in a dry stream bed . . .
the pulse of yes 
beginning in my veins

a spring
rises out of the earth—
I drink
from its oak-dark eye
a glimmer of starlight 

water
like silk against my skin
I swim naked
in a sea of words
waiting to be born


    ~Lynx 29: 1, Feb. 2014 

Friday, June 6, 2014

moonlight & magic

jimson weed—
violet moonflowers
open at dusk
the shaman’s magic
unbidden at my door


   ~Atlas Poetica 14, March 2013


moving by moonlight 
to the words 
dancers must practice 
where they are— 
my heart’s slow tango 

    ~Skylark 2:1, summer 2014