Every light on in the city.

Rooster calls right as we are hanging up I call him right back, it has been a year I am thinking since we spoke even as he’s shout scratchthroat talking at me and I am laughy in my body before we even get full conversation out, it has been even longer since me and him…

hunger do you heed

In August the sounds of locusts are primroses or psychopomp, which do you dare~ In August I dream of the bay, cotton candy mute of clouds into shelf-wells of water walls gather and collecting the dream of themselves above or ahead, the just out of reach sky.  If that is thunder, it cracks open the…

On such brand new ground

On our walk Saturday me and Laverne are two hours through the spires, through the greens the pinks and yellows, the sweetest braids of brand new all the way to the clear clear water of the bay.  Joint where we first met ten years back sunrise fire orange mornings over the Assawoman hella early and…

The blessings blessings bring.

I committed to my own therapist that I’d be writing, I don’t feel like writing in my journal, processing and tracking seem obsolete right now, but this, this sitting quiet, breathing deep in my corner.  Smudging with herbs I grew and blessed and harvested myself.  Candle dance touching that spot in my heart that muscles…

This song is for you~

This is like being on the road I think to myself, the round empty in my body that needs for nothing, is willing to just show up to what is next.  I take this as grace considering there is so much going on to show up to, so much to busy myself and especially my free…

in this Place all mine

I guess the one thing is I been needing this, a place to just Nurture poetry again the way this is Her House, this body, this ~ G ra ce~  to let the letters make consonants make vowels into verbs acting out playing with dancing about making sounds.  The W o r d s~ this, which…